But we do it.
The reason I bring this up is because it's the fantasy creatures that seem to have captured Gavin's attention lately. Like yesterday, his Dad and I got him a little gift for Valentine's Day. He announces that it must have come from the Groundhog. I didn't even know he knew about the Groundhog, this isn't something that's really discussed in our house. February 2 is like every other day. Yet, when I suggested, "Or maybe it's from Mom & Dad?" I got: "No. It's from the Groundhog." Ummmm.....okay? But today, which was just like any other Wednesday, did not involve a treat to start the morning and he didn't say anything about it. He did, however, tell me that he liked me and wants to get me a coffee mug with a heart on it. Two, actually, so I can share it with "my Daddy." He's pretty sweet that way.
And then there was bedtime. We've been pretty lucky that both kids are usually pretty good about going to bed. None of this epic battle stuff I hear about from other moms. There might be some dawdling, but no screaming or crying. I'm kind of scared that I've lost any chance I had to win the lottery simply because I have been spared the bedtime battles.
So tonight, when Gavin started having a fit and refused to brush his teeth, it was really odd. What we were able to discern in between the sobs and screams was that he wants his teeth to fall out so that the Tooth Fairy can come and give him his own money. We told him that if he wants his own money we can start giving him an allowance. But no, he wants that visit from the Tooth Fairy. Good. That's a lot cheaper for me.
So I'll keep up the illusion. I'd much rather have him believe than not.