I think I was about 5 or 6 when I stopped believing in Santa. One of the kids on my block told me. However instead of telling my mom that I knew I pretended for another year that I had no clue. Then the next year my uncle tried to spoil it for me and tell me but made me promise not to tell, so then I had to pretend for another year. Finally I said to my mom the next summer " when are you buying my Christmas gifts so I can help you pick it out" My mom was shocked. But hey all that lying was getting to a sistah.
Now my 5 year old believes in Santa but thinks that I have to pay Santa to deliver the gifts. And this year he told me that instead of milk & cookies he is putting out cheese! Cheese??? Now I know my baby watches toomuch dang gon t.v.
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