While packing away the boxes upon boxes of Christmas decorations, I accidentally kicked over a bag of plastic cowboys and indians in the attic. Where they came from – I don't know. I think at some point, every art student has acquired a bag of these or army men.
A couple fell through the attic opening unto the hallway below. Avery quickly scooped them up, thrilled with his find, and showed his dad. I overheard Bobby from the other room telling him that they were real and had escaped from the attic. "Every time you turn away," he explained, "they move."
Not having seen Toy Story, this is a new concept for Avery.
I'm not sure if he truly believes in this tale or if he's going along with it for fun. I do know he was elated every time he'd discover a new guy (of course I had to keep finding more things to put in the attic so I could kick a few more down).
I took Bobby aside and asked, "should we be doing this? You know, outright lying to our child?"
But would Avery want us to tell the truth? That I kicked over a bag of cheap toys I was getting ready to donate?
And since we've already convinced him a magical rabbit gives him candy on Easter and a fat man squeezes down his chimney on Christmas, adding one more fairy tale to the mix can't hurt.