AJ was writing his spelling sentences last week. He wanted to know how to spell leprechaun. He wanted to know where you find shamrocks. Then he wanted to know why we didn't have leprechauns come to our house. I couldn't take it and told him that leprechauns weren't real and that they were just fun stories to tell. He got emotional and asked, "Then how did someone get into all the first grade classes when we locked the doors and left and put chocolate coins on every one's desks? Who would do that, Mom? Who else could get in when there was just a tiny crack in the door for the leprechauns to go through? Huh, Mom?
I was defeated. "You're right, AJ. Leprechauns are real."
3 comments:
Ouch! That's OK we have nearly destroyed Santa and the tooth fairy (we never believed in leprechauns). I feel the Easter Bunny coming along soon. In the end I think it is more crushing to the grandparents when they hear Alexander say, "Santa's not real!"
That is so cute! I hate holidays, I am not looking forward to the day when we have to start celebrating them all.
Those little leprechaun's spawned lots of thinking in Kirra - I don't think I ever thought twice about them, but maybe I just don't remember!
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