My parents are the best. But when Symon and I were kids, they were pretty ruthless. I guess you could say they were trying to spice up our family life, to say the least. My dad's favorite trick was to hide walkie talkies under our pillows and wake us up by just talking on them. It scared the living daylights out of us. We would wake up screaming and my mother would pretty much just laugh for a while and then comfort us. It was cruel and awful and made me check under my pillow for a good month before I would go to bed every night. As children we believe everything our parents tell us, until we are old enough to figure it out. It is a power that can be abused if not used properly. If we wanted to get our Christmas presents we would have to say we believed in Santa (my mom still does this to us to this day... I am 19). My favorite thing about Christmas is that all our presents weren't just from Santa, but Frosty the Snowman, Luke Skywalker, C3-PO, R2-D2, Princess Leia, Han Solo, and even Darth Vader (what a generous man!). In case you don't know, my family and I are obsessed with Star Wars. I will rant about Star Wars later.
Moral of this blog, mess with your children until they learn you are full of shit. But keep it lighthearted and never really let on that you love seeing them drop their jaws and get all wide eyed. Trust me, we figure it out eventually and usually in the smartest way. I figured out by like 8 years old that Santa wasn't really because I could recognize my mother's handwriting. Her excuses were very creative: 'Santa was too busy so I wrapped and wrote for him' or 'Do you want your presents or not?!'
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