My boss told me last week about how he broke his son’s heart. His ten year old son has been losing quite a few of his baby teeth recently and started doubting his belief in the Tooth Fairy. Upon questioning, my boss admitted that he was in fact, the Tooth Fairy. His son seemed to be okay with this information, but then started to say something about Santa Claus. My boss, figuring that he had probably already been ousted by some of the kids at school, cut him off and decided to fess up.
Boss: “Yeah, you figured it out. I’m Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny too.”
Son: (Devastated) “But dad, I was just going to say how I know that Santa is real.”
The next day when my boss repeated his story of woe I tried to make light of the situation in an effort to cheer him up. I suggested that when he got home after work he should tell his son that even though Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny weren’t real, there were still things he could believe in…like the Boogie Man under his bed. In fact he’s so real that he’s glad he doesn’t have to sneak a dollar bill under his pillow anymore because even he was afraid to go in his room in the dark!
I don’t think he saw the humor in my comment. In fact, that visit I was expecting from the Raise Fairy has probably been put on hold.