Mr Scully and I left together, although I pretty much got the ball rolling with research and questions. Our eldest was 8 years old, and the younger two were still in diapers. We sat down with the eldest and explained that it was important to own up to mistakes, no matter how old you are, and that we had made a mistake believing the JWs.
At first he was upset and asked if he could still go to the Meetings™ with Brother™ So-and-so. We explained that when he was older he could decide to be a JW if he still really wanted, but that now we were going to be a normal family like all the kids in school, and have birthday parties and Christmas and Easter and play sports and do fun things instead of going to Meetings™ all the time. He's never looked back.