Honestly, he’ll believe anything--absolutely anything. I once convinced him that the wind was really the Big Bad Wolf’s futile attempt to blow his house down, and that the leaves turn colors in autumn because adults go around hitting them with paintballs. “That’s why you see so many on the ground,” I told him. “They sometimes get knocked out of the trees.”
And he believed me. Granted, he was only six at the time...but still. He believed me.
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