“I’m glad we won’t have to lie to him anymore.”
“It wasn’t really lying – rather hiding the truth.”
“What shall we tell him first? About Santa or the Easter Bunny?”
“Wouldn’t you think he already knows this stuff? Probably a few of his classmates must have told.”
“Then we’ll tell him we’re not his real parents and that he’s hereditary predestined to be offered to the gods.”
Both giggle inaudible.
“Sssst… wait… did you hear that?”
“No. You are imagining things.”
“Perhaps. Are you sure you closed his bedroom door?”