I had the big "S" talk with J this evening. He'd been bringing it up for awhile, but I didn't really think he was ready, so I'd put him off. Tonight, he caught me off guard while it was just the two of us at home. He kept asking me what I knew, and I kept tossing it back to him to see what he thought. This went back and forth for awhile. Seems that the kids at school have been talking about it a lot and he wanted to know the truth. He's going to be eleven this year so it wasn't a huge surprise. He looked at me over the table with those big brown eyes and said I needed to tell him the truth. So I did.
I knew that it would be tough, but I didn't expect tears like this. We had to spend the next 45 minutes talking about it all between sobs. In the end, he pulled himself together and I think it ended up okay. I even let him play a half hour of XBox to take his mind off of it.
Yes, J now knows the truth about Santa. It was soooo much easier to have the sex talk with him last year.
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