So today I told Ben he was going to be in Alaska for Easter and he became very concerned that the Easter Bunny wouldn't make it up there.
I assured him that the EB definitely wouldn't forget him and that she visited kids in Alaska too.
At which point I was subjected to the most intense grilling of my life.
Ben: "How does she make it to Alaska? There simply isn't enough time for her to get there. It's a LONG plane ride and she doesn't have a magic sleigh like Santa."
Me: "[Ugh] Hmm, excellent question. Maybe there are lots of Easter Bunnies? One for each town? I mean, bunnies are known to reproduce pretty rapidly...."
Ben: "And speaking of Santa, how does he make it to all the kid's houses, anyway?"
Me: [Thinking that I totally had this one nailed]. "His magic sleigh, of course. It's super fast"
Ben: "Right, but you told me the other day [in regards to something COMPLETELY different] that magic was just pretend. So really there's no such thing as magic, right? Besides, reindeer can't fly in real life. I've seen them at the zoo and they definitely don't fly."
He continues: SO, MOM: HOW DOES SANTA MAKE IT TO ALL THE HOUSES IF HE HAS NO MAGIC SLEIGH AND NO FLYING REINDEER, HUH?
Dammit kid, why must you be so logical? What would you have said, Peeps? I have a hard time telling him to his face that Santa (and his magical flying reindeer) are real. And besides, I was secretly proud of his deductive reasoning.
In the end Emma saved us all by throwing a fit over snacks and we were able to lay the conversation aside.
There is no way that Santa is going to survive for another year in our house.