The End of Innocence

Poor Anna is getting to that age...that age where she WANTS to believe in things (fairies, mermaids, unicorns) but logically knows they mnight not be real.

I fear that this may be our last year for true belief in Santa, if we even get this year.  I think plenty of pesky first graders with older siblings may gleefully shatter the Christmas spirit.
For example, we saw Seasame Street Live in Columbia and on the way there, she asked me if they were real..."really real?"  I just couldn't state the truth so I told her that I thought so.  I told her I thought it was the same people that were on tv.

She thougth about it and her voice chagned from doubt to a happy, "They MUST be real, how else could they see everything?"  I had to smile at that.

She was able to high five one of the characters.  I asked her, "Did they feel real?"  She said, "Well, I think I felt a hand in there."  I told her it might have just been bones.

Afterwards, she didn't say what she thought either way.  I thought it best to leave it well enough alone.  And perhaps, just maybe, hold onto faires, mermaids and unicorns a little....bit...longer. :-)