The other day Noah and I have the following conversation:
Him: Mom I know Santa isn't real. It's just moms and dads doing everything.
Me: Oh well right. I guess you are growing up. When did you figure that one out?
Him: A long time ago. I just didn't want to hurt your feelings.
So Noah is on to the second stage of life. I have a very funny door hanger that reads:
Stage 1: you believe in Santa
Stage 2: you don't believe in Santa
Stage 3: you are Santa
Stage 4: you look like Santa
