or, "we're just 2 teeth down (plus a third, fairly loose upper middle tooth) and the dream may be ending….."
too young for the truth?
K (in the morning while we were pushing to get ready for the Brain Cancer Walk): Daddy? Do you put money under my pillow?
me (at first unsuspecting, then slowly realizing what she might be asking about and fumbling): Uh… what do you mean ‘under your pillow?’
K (odd look): Umm…when I lose a tooth.
me (whew! getting to tell the truth!): Oh. No.
K (unknowingly going in for the kill): Does Mommy?
me (aackkk! and here I lie): No.
K: (somebody) said that he saw his mommy putting money under the pillow.
me (at a loss now): really?
K: And (somebody else) said that there’s no Easter Bunny.
me: Really?!? Wow.
K: I said there was.
K: Can I have a piece of candy in the car?
It makes me sad to think ahead to when the girls will know that not only is the tooth fairy lives in their house, but so too does the Easter Bunny and Santa.... And L is only 4! Much much too young to have her excitement burst....
I try very hard not to lie to either of the girls.* It just feels like the best way to teach them to be honest is to be honest when I'm dealing with them. Of course I make mistakes, and I tried too to let them know when I realize that I've made a mistake. But this time was hard, and I haven't yet figured out what to do. I'll probably go with M's suggestion, made when I debriefed with her later: at some point when K is older and the topic comes up again, come clean, let her know that I lied and felt badly about it and apologize.
*(or to M either, especially since I'm awful at it.)