Boy1 no longer believes in Santa Claus. And it's that girl that he kissed who told him. Décidément, celle là.
He told us before Christmas and seemed pretty matter-of-fact about the whole thing. And impressed by the thoughtfulness of parents in general.
But last night he admitted that knowing bothered him. And that before she told him, he knew but it hadn't been said out loud so he didn't really know. He knew in his gut what his mind didn't want to know. And when his classmate said it out loud, he could no longer go on not knowing.
So here's my question: What do you know in your gut that you don't want to know in your mind? And at which point does knowing become knowing?
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Oh my, that's just a place that I can't go. . .not in writing anyway. Sorry he no longer believes. . .but it had to happen.
knowing in my guts (not strictly anatomically correct) the true, golden-delicious offering, snake-friendly nature of eve, is something the mind hasn't wanted to acknowledge for many years. and yet, even now, there's something attractive about a girl that i can't quite put my finger on.
cbw
That question implies a level of complexity that I find myself incapable of operating on at the moment.
Beth and Lorraine - Come over for coffee then.
CBW - Kind of like chocolate when you're in the middle of a crise de foie/foi.
oh, worse than that. much worse than that. good image though :o)
cbw
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