It was about one o'clock in the morning. Stars were out as we drove along the highway in between little towns. Not much traffic was on the road that night; just us and an occational truck.
Both my kids were alseep, stapped into their car seats; hoepfully not to awake until morning when we pulled into YaYa and Grandad's driveway.
Then it started. I should have expected it. My daughter thoroughly enjoys asking questions and discussing philosophy, human behavior and all things spiritual and magical.
The first question falls under the latter interest.
"When fairies fly, do they get tired? Because they don't use their hands to fly, but rather their wings grow out of their backs?"
Now, recongnize the car has been completely quiet for several hours; I didn't even realize my daughter was awake. So, not only was I startled by the sound of her voice, but somewhat confused by the words that came out.
"Excuse me. What?" I said in a somewhat loud voice.
"Fairies have wings right? And those wings are on their back, instead of their arms like birds. So, daddy, do they get tired?"
"Hmmm. Well, sure. Some part of their body has to make the wings move. And it's that part that gets tired."
"Oh."
"Thanks daddy. Good night."
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love that girl...and she's about to be SIX?! hope you have fun celebrating miss Lily this week:)
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