All right, I think I blew it.

This morning as we were getting ready for school, the Munchkin pipes up with this gem of an exchange.

Munchkin: Mommy, remember the party we went to this weekend?

Glinda: Yes, of course I do.

Munchkin: Well, there was a boy there, and he told us that Santa was a big fake.

Glinda: Silence

I had no idea of what to say. Do I dash his little kindergartener imagination with the truth? Do I outright lie and tell him Santa is real? This was a minefield that was just about to blow up.

Munchkin: But you know what, I don’t think Santa is fake. Who else is going to give you all the presents? Your parents? No, they are asleep when the presents come. No, it has to be Santa…

And the rationalization went on for a while, until he concluded that the little boy (who is someone I don’t know at all) was full of it.

Call me a bad parent, but I just didn’t have the heart to look in those big brown eyes and tell him that Santa is indeed fake.

He’s going to hate me when he gets older, isn’t he?

For the benefit of new and inexperienced parents everywhere, we occasionally highlight What Not To Do. You know, for general informational purposes and like that.

This would be very high on that list.

Yes, throwing your baby off a 50-foot building, holy or not, is just waaaaay too far into Wile E Coyote territory, and not the right way to treat a newborn. Locals in the Indian town of Musti believe that tossing the babies brings them good health…I, personally, am surprised it doesn’t bring the spectators at the very least a golden shower from the naturally somewhat alarmed flying tot, not to mention the disapproval of millions.