The lies we tell our kids.

So, I write this long post yesterday about how I want to be honest, and authorized and truthful and then this morning THIS conversation happens:

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Nico: Mom. The toothfairy never came to give me money under my pillow last night.

Me: (cringing because I ALWAYS forget) Well, you know. Sometimes it's hard for her to get to Haiti. There's a lot going on here... what with cholera and an exiled dictator on the loose... Let's try again tonight.

Nico: (not entirely convinced) okay...

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So yeah. That's me. LYING to my kids. Which is funny because I am really adamant about my kids knowing Santa Claus is not real. (Although that might have to do with my insistence that Christmas is about the coming of our Savior.)

So I am trying to decide whether to keep the "magic" (ie--LIES) alive, or just break the truth to them. Because I never remember to put the money under the pillow. What if I just gave them the 5 gourdes when they lost the tooth?

Would that be too pragmatic?