We sold G-Boy the Santa story halfheartedly, giving us enough plausible deniability to deploy once he figured out that it was all a game. That served us well, and he played along with it as he got older as a nod-and-wink in-joke. It's a policy that served us well.
A friend tells the story of the Easter when his oldest threatened to spoil the Easter egg hunt in the garden by unforming his younger siblings that the Easter bunny doesn't exist. A great long story cut short, just as friend was going to threaten oldest son with the wrath of God, along comes hop-hop-hopping a bunny in the garden. Turned out, the rabbit had escaped from a neighbour's garden, but apparently the oldest son, now in his fifties, still phones every Easter to profess his belief in the Easter bunny.
A friend tells the story of the Easter when his oldest threatened to spoil the Easter egg hunt in the garden by unforming his younger siblings that the Easter bunny doesn't exist. A great long story cut short, just as friend was going to threaten oldest son with the wrath of God, along comes hop-hop-hopping a bunny in the garden. Turned out, the rabbit had escaped from a neighbour's garden, but apparently the oldest son, now in his fifties, still phones every Easter to profess his belief in the Easter bunny.
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