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Elves. As in Santa's little helpers. Miss M caught me off guard the other day at the toy store. "All these toys say 'Made in China'."
Me: "Yup, China makes lots of things and sends them over here."
Miss M: "But it says that on the toys Santa brings us too, I thought the elves made all the toys?"
Me: ::Oh crap. Think, think!:: "Oh, ha ha. I don't know. Maybe he has a whole bunch of Asian Elves running around that help him too." (Which honestly isn't too far off, considering I'm asian and pretty short).
I think she bought it! For now anyway, she didn't ask anymore questions at least. Phew! Crisis averted.
I'm hoping I can get a few more years of her believing in Mr. Claus. J makes fun of me because I didn't catch on until late...like 5th grade. But I just wanted so badly to believe! Is that so terrible?
When did you stop believing? For those of you with older kids, when did they finally realize the ugly truth??
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Being the endlessly practical child that I was, I never really bought the whole "Santa" thing. He had the same handwriting as my Grandma, and left the price tags from Target on my stocking stuffers. I wanted to believe, so I kinda lied to myself for a few years, there. But I knew. Mu little brother, on the other hand, was like you. He believed until late elementary school. And I was always a little envious of his ability to just believe.
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