Oops!

I kid you not. As I was typing the previous post my kids were supposedly getting ready for bed, and they FOUND THE EASTER STASH hidden in my closet!!! In stead of brushing teeth they were playing hide and seek and 'accidentally saw' the candy and the baseball stuff they are getting. (They started T-Ball this week). Oh the irony!!!! What are the chances? Seriously.

I was raised by parents who believed encouraging Santa or other mythical creatures was LYING to your kids. My dad would say, "Once they find out you've lied to them, they'll wonder what else you've been lying to them about and they'll never trust you!" So I don't ever remember believing in Santa or Easter Bunnies or whatever. As a result, I have a hard time flat out lying to my kids about such things. Instead I avoid directly lying by saying things like, "I don't know honey, what do you think?" Or, "Hmm. That sure is interesting to think about." Maybe finding the easter stash is a convenient way to avoid having to admit to Spencer that I've been deceiving him all along. :) It sure is fun though.

Funny thing is that most of my siblings married people who REALLY believe in playing out Santa and other characters (like noises on the rooftops and response letters from the tooth fairy), and it has been funny to see how everyone decides how to do it in their family. I am pretty certain that Calvin will shake his head that I put the 'secret stash' in visible sight in our closet! That is a total no-no and very careless for a 'helper of mythical creatures!' Oh well. The way I see it, now we can move on and celebrate Easter for what it really means...that if your body is torn apart in an airplane crash, you'll get it back again someday, right Spence? :) (see below post). And that is something I really do believe in.