[No regrets and please no judgement] My son turned 9 in February. Just last month, he asked me in a truth or dare question, where I picked truth, if the Easter Bunny was real. I told him the truth, so I assumed he made an assumption about Santa too. NOPE. The kid cried for a few minutes and was pretty upset with me. When he finally came around and stopped giving me a hard time, I told him of all the times he already caught me and all the close calls. In turn, I offered him a reality reward: he could pick one movie on Netflix rated R. He picked Kill Bill Vol. 1. He's a green stripe belt (5th or 6th?) so we thought it would be cool. The only scene I fast forwarded through was the bride waking up and recalling her body being sold for sex. Other than that it was a pretty cool Saturday night watching Tarantino with my kid. He still thinks magicians are real so I'll let him sort that out in time. I'm just glad we can bypass the less important factors of holidays and start getting along on new levels. via /r/Parenting http://bit.ly/2HFbmW1
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