When you have two kids and a full-time job, it's easy to forget to tell your child that Bigfoot doesn't really exist.
Our daughter is 9. We spend a lot of time parenting her brother, the teenager, because he presents one parenting quandry after another.
We sort of assume that she will learn in school a lot of the basics, like the fact that the earth is not flat and the moon is not made of cheese. And we're teaching her the big moral issues, the character issues.
Who was supposed to teach her about Sasquatch?
A Bigfoot-watching show was on TV last night, and that's when we found out that Lily is a believer. My husband called me in to the living room to tell me. And Lily said, "No, I don't think. I know!''
I'm going to have to sit down with her and chat. It might be too late to tell her that UFOs aren't real, emails from Nigeria should be ignored and there never was a babysitter who got a call from a man who said "I'm calling from inside the house.''
What else have I forgotten to tell her, I wonder!