I told my nephew that the magician at his birthday party was doing the tricks all wrong. This made him cry. I also told him the clown was really his dad and that Santa Clause doesnt exist. I dont know why I felt the need to be the bearer of bad news, bursting all his childhood myths all at once. I felt it was time he grew up. Someone needed to tell him. His parents, my coddling brother and his helicopter parent wife sure werent. I had one more bomb to drop. I waited until after he blew out his 18 candles.