Harper came out to the car yesterday with a worried look on her face. When I asked her what was up, she hesitated for a bit—which isn’t her normal style.
Harper: Well, on the way out to the car, a first grader told me that Santa Claus isn’t real.
Harper: Yeah. First she told me to pet her bear because it was filled with jelly and then she started talking fast about God and Jesus and how God hates Santa Claus.
Me: She was clearly high.
Me: Harper, do you remember when you thought that marshmallows grew on trees, and we looked it up and discovered that what you had was bad information?
Harper: Yeah. Marshmallows can’t grow on trees.
Me (wishing I could stop time and formulate a coherent thought): Yep. I wish they did, but they don’t. I think sometimes people share what they think they know, even if it’s bad information. That whole bear with the jelly thing sounds sort of crazy.
Harper: What about God and Jesus?
Me: I’m good with God and Jesus.
Harper: Does God hate Santa Claus?
Me: I think God has better things to do than hate Santa Claus.
Harper: She really did have a bear, but it wasn’t filled with jelly.
Me: See what I mean? It was like she was playing Truth and Lies with you!
Harper: I don’t know what you’re saying.
Me: Me neither.
Last week Meredith asked if it’s physically possible for a reindeer to fly. When I stuttered around and said something about magic, she told me that she doesn’t really believe in magic. Argh. I’m not quite ready for my kids to not believe in Santa Claus. With that said, I’m not sure how much longer I can do my marshmallow tree dance.