So my conversation with my Rachel, my five year old, went something like this:
Rachel: Daddy…when does halloween happen?
Me: Why do you want to know?
Rachel: Because spooky things happen on halloween.
Me: Spooky things…what kind of spooky things?
Rachel: You know…ghosts and things like that.
Me: Are ghosts real?
Rachel: No Daddy, ghosts are pretend.
Me: Ahh…ok.
Me: Rachel is Santa Claus real? [Trying to change the subject]
Rachel: Yes Daddy, last year I went to the mall with Gramps and Nana and Santa was there. He is real because I saw him and sat on his lap.
Me: Does Santa Claus do anything?
Rachel: You ask him for things and he brings you presents on Christmas!
Me: hmmmmm [I might need to have a Father - Daughter talk soon!]
So what actually goes on in the head of a five year old is beyond me, but she started believing in Santa Claus when she was two years old and saw him for the first time at the mall in Concepcion, Chile!
