I was one of those sad, pathetic little kids who actually BELIEVED Fred Rogers was REALLY talking to him. I answered him, aloud, every single time he’d say, “Can you say, ‘Onomatopoeia?’” I’d say it, and he’d say, “I KNEW that you could!”
What a guy, right? So one day, when I was like, maybe four or so, my older sister (about seven) said, “You KNOW he’s not really talking just to you, right?”
“Yes HUH!! Shut up!!” (Even at four, I was wicked witty.)
Horrified, the next time Fred asked me if I could say something, I refused to answer. Guess what he did?
Bet you can’t even guess.
Go ahead and try.
This is what happened: He STILL said I’d done a good job, when I HADN’T SAID ANYTHING AT ALL!!!! What next? Santa Claus’s BEARD is fake???
Ah, childhood. It’s all about losing faith, isn’t it?
