Back story:
We’ve been working on cleaning up the disastrously cluttered basement, and have unearthed some forgotten projects. Paulie hung up a swinging cocoon chair for Felix, taking two or three attempts to find a spot to anchor it securely in the old lathe and plaster bedroom ceiling. He left one rather sizable hole. The Hole the kids call it. The Hole has produced a few nightmares, and at least one stink bug.
Today’s story:
Over the summer, Felix accidentally saw our Elf (of the famous Shelf). At the time I hastily invented a very unbelievable story about parents having the elf doll that then gets imbued with magical elfin spirit or some such thing. Kinda creepy really.
Anyway, I figured by now he knew the truth of the Elf, and though he still quite vocally believes in Santa, perhaps it was time to recruit him to be my Elf helper. I read somewhere that is one way to handle it when kids stop believing.
So, I explained that though the Elf isn’t real, the magic feeling is and he can now help me keep it going for Charlie. I probably spoke for too long, with too many explainationz….as I usually do when faced with what I think are Big Parenting Moments…at first silence, then—-
Felix: “Well, thanks a lot for ruining that, Mom! I believed your story!”
Also Felix: “Can I put his butt in The Hole?”