As we are traipsing through a field last weekend looking for the perfect Christmas tree to cut down the 8yr old runs up to us and announces...
"Mom, Dad, I know there is no Santa."
"Really? How do you know this?"
"Well, Santa is a big guy, right? There is no way he can move fast enough up and down all those chimneys and delivery presents to everyone. And besides, if he really ate all those cookies he'd throw up!"
At this point the 13yr old has caught up and is listening to his brother. And, before either R or I could say anything the 13yr old takes control of the situation and says...
"Yes he can and no he won't but, who really cares anyway. The most important thing to remember is that if you do not believe in Santa, you will not get ANY presents from Santa. Why would he give you anything if you don't think he exists? Shesh!"
With this the 8yr old said "Oh. Good point" and ran off...And then turned right back around and ran right back to us and declared "Fine. I believe in Santa but NO WAY am I buying in to the whole Hanukkah Harry thing anymore. Is that OK? Because you know, Hanukkah does start in a few days..."