Carbon asked to have "the talk" with us.
"Mom, Dad - tell me the truth."
We braced ourselves.
"Do you put the stuff in my stocking for Christmas?"
We looked at each other, but we had decided before that when they ask for the truth, we give it to them.
"Yes, honey we do."
I was expecting him to be mad - mad that we had lied to him before, mad that the magic wasn't true. I remember being mad.
But he wasn't mad. Carbon was proud of himself, proud that he had figured it out. He seems to feel like he's joined the adult part of the holiday now, and he keeps asking how I'm doing on the shopping and making, and if he can help stuff his sister's stocking.
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