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My ten-year-old son figured it out this week. The Easter Bunny too. At our house, we do family Christmas presents on Christmas Eve, then Santa delivers overnight. And on Easter Sunday, the Easter Bunny hides a basket for each kid. That Bunny is sneaky too – I think last Easter it took about 30 minutes of looking before one of the kids found theirs.
He’s been suspicious for a while, but we’ve held him off by saying, “C’mon, do you really think Dad would spend that much on Christmas presents?” – which is a pretty convincing argument in our house.
But my wife was driving him to school the other day, and the following conversation took place:
Jason was talking about us buying him an oboe and said that we bought Michael a sax. I said, “No we rent the Sax. We bought Michael a guitar.” Jason’s eyes got really big, and he sucked in his breath and said “You’re Santa Claus!”We were both silent for awhile and I said “Would we buy you a 60-gallon fish tank?” and he said “probably not.”
And then this morning:
This morning in the car we had a conversation about Santa, and the Easter Bunny, and he figured out that both of them are us. About 10 mins go by and he yells…”You knew where the Easter baskets were?!”
So, childhood ends.
I’m a little sad and a little relieved. It was a real pain getting that 60-gallon aquarium up out of the basement Christmas Eve without waking the kids.