There has been a lot of talk in our house about what is “real” lately.
When we went to a Seadogs game Colby asked a woman I work with, “Is Slugger real or just a costume?” She looked at me like she did not know what to say. It was the Father’s Day game and Slugger’s father was there so I said, “He must be real, because he has a father.”
This morning I dropped Colby off at his new pre-school which is called Sunny Days. He asked, “Isn’t that the name of the daycare in Toy Story 3?” I told him I was not sure (I have since googled it and found out it is actually Sunnyside.) He asked, “If Sunny Days is a real place, does that mean the movie really happened?”
Questions like these always cause a dilemma for me. You do not want to lie to your children, but you also want to keep their innocence and wonder as long as possible.
On the internet there are loads of articles about how to tell your child that Santa is not real, but the question I ask is what good does it do to tell them he is not real in the first place? Everything seems so magical through their little eyes. Personally, I do not want to be the one to take that away from them.