So I was talking to my mom on the phone the other day, and we were reminiscing about a local restaurant we used to go to every Saturday morning when I was a kid.
Me: Ahhh, I remember that place! That's where I discovered how well scrambled eggs and cream cheese go together... and the first place I tasted coffee... and that was where I learned Santa wasn't real!
Max: WHAT!?! SANTA. ISN'T. REAL?!?
Oops. He was engrossed in playing a video game and it did not even occur to me that he was listening. I just chuckled and said, "Haha... I was just joking!" and he didn't ask any more questions - probably because he's not ready to ask those questions yet. (When he does start asking, I plan to do a lot of "Well, what do you think?" and let him work it out for himself.) Crossing my fingers that he'll forget about this conversation by Christmas...