So dad decides it was time for "the talk". Instead of a big fat "I KNEW IT" like we got out of the other two, we got this...
followed by much weeping and wailing in disbelief. For thirty minutes. At least. We might as well have told her that this was her last Christmas ever. The news would have been easier to take. Took some hugs and snuggles from mom with the promise that it was going to be okay, a talk from dad about how Santa will always exist in your heart, and a big fat hug from her favorite brother to convince her that this was not the WORST CHRISTMAS EVER!
Wherein she promptly insisted that she knew it all along and it was her turn to sing on Rock Hero so give her the dang microphone before she gets REALLY mad...
4 comments:
Nine, huh? So I have 3 more years before her Mini-Me, Q, gives us a little of this. Good to know.
Oh, sad. Our nine year old knows too, and has for TWO years (thanks to Dad) but has handled the info surprisingly well. It's like he's in on a little secret. Who knew?
When he found out, I handled exactly as little Ish.
I can't be believe she still didn't know. I'm glad she survived the trauma of learning the truth. It will make christmas easier just not as much fun.
I am not sure if my girls know the whole Santa truth yet and they are 13 and 10. I figure I am not giving them "the talk" until they get married. I would hate for them to wake up dissapointed on their first Christmas morning after they get married. :)
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