Happy Easter

I've always tried to be honest with my children, and I don't sugar coat a lot.

But I have a weak spot, and that weak spot is mythical characters. Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny, the Tooth Fairy. They believe in all of it, and I encourage them unabashed. I think childhood has never been more fleeting than it is today. Kids are confronted with so much more than I ever had to deal with, and I guard their innocence and childish wonder as best I can.

So yesterday, when at a friend's house for an Easter egg hunt, Lily asked me about who was hiding the eggs and said, "Mom! Don't lie to me. Tell me if it's the Easter Bunny or an adult. Okay?" I thought, "Am I going to lie to my daughter's face about the existence of the Easter Bunny?"

And I looked that little girl in the face, and I lied.

I'm not sure what the normal age is for kids to stop believing, but whenever that comes, it will be a sad day for me. But today, they believe.