Ah, yes, the parental conundrum: where does the intersection of magic and faith and lying...lie? How to encourage imagination and yet not lie? My DH and I struggled with this a bit. He is very matter of fact, I am more imaginative and believe that believing are good things, but I certainly understood his point of view in being truthful with children----if we don't deal honestly and matter of factly with our children, how in the world can they ever trust us? And how can they ever learn to trust anyone, if their own parents lie? But I would argue that some magic and imagination never hurt anyone. So with our young children (and now grandkids) we compromised a little--and that sounded like this:
"Obviously, Pooh is not at Crystal Palace every morning, because he lives in The 100 Acre Wood with Eeyore and Tigger and Rabbit, and has Adventures he is involved in so he can't always get away...so the "pooh" and "eeyore" and "tigger" at breakfast are just very good friends, come to meet us and say hello. It's like, when we dress up as a princess or a pirate for Halloween--we aren't *really* a pirate or a princess--and yet, we kinda are. You know? Because imagination is like that." And I would say this with my husband looking at me very sternly and with some degree of--suspicion.

Mr. Pragmatic. The Phlegmatic Pragmatic.
But if they were having a medical thing done--getting a shot or having a broken bone set, and they asked, "Will it hurt?" We would say, "Absolutely. (Or we would say "a little"--depending) But not for long, and not more than you can stand, and furthermore I will be right here with you for every stinking second."
Now our 5 children are grown, some with their own children, and I can say that they are all well adjusted, responsible, hard-working adults (thank you, DH

) but they still know how to have fun with their own children, still love Disney and still believe in a little magic. (Doing a small pat-on-own-back, here.)
