Dd (age 6, turning 7 in a month) figured out this evening that I'm the Easter Bunny. And Santa. And the Tooth Fairy. I won't lie when they ask me directly, though I'll keep the charade going. She figured it out just before bedtime and has gotten up at least 4 times to ask me more questions -- "are you the one who wrote the notes?" "are you the one who made up the name Dentina for the tooth fairy?" "That was a pretty good story you made up about what the tooth fairies did with the teeth." (They grind up the teeth and use them as cement to build fairy houses, in case you're wondering.)
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In some ways I'm glad. She was terrified of the Easter Bunny/Santa/Tooth Fairy because she didn't like the idea of someone coming in to our house while we were asleep.
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But, it's one more magical milestone gone....











to look for their Easter baskets. If anything, this has made dd more comfortable with the holidays. Dd just told me. "I love Easter. I love my mother. You're the best Easter bunny."

