Fairies

We are still on a Peter Pan kick around here. We finished reading the original classic not too long ago, and Elinore has been obsessively listening to the book on CD during her alone time for the past several weeks. I finally pried it from her fingers to return it to the library.

Yesterday, she and Toby were playing "Wendy and Michael". She had Toby running around the house carrying a stuffed bear saying, "Michael, Michael, Michael,..." After a little while she came into the kitchen where I was working on dinner with a rather melancholy expression.

"I'm just sad because I want to fly," she said.
"I know, honey, me too. But in a few weeks we'll get to fly on a plane to Nana and Papa Perry's house!" I replied.
"No, mom. I want to just fly. Why can't we just fly?" she asked.
"I know, babe. I want to fly, too. I guess you'll just have to find a fairy and ask her for some fairy dust." I explained.
"But there aren't any fairies around here," she moaned.
"I thought we had one in the front room..." I reminded her. Our ceiling fan light inexplicably goes on and off sometimes (we think it is a loose wire or frequency or something), and we usually blame it on the fairies.
"But I never see them."
"Maybe they're hiding," I suggested.
The next thing I knew she and Toby were running around the front room calling, "Fairies! Fairies! Come out, fairies!"