True story: One of my children spent a year – a year – trying to convince his friends that dragons are real. I’m not sure he succeeded, but this mama’s heart beat with mischievous pride when he held plastic dragons to the car window as we sped down the highway, using his iPod to capture photos of the magical beasts in flight. I thought of him as I wrote this, and of the sort of girl I hope he’ll someday convince to believe the wondrous with him.
The Gifted Child
He slips his bare foot over the medicine dropper and holds the leaf out, his father’s grin beaming on his youthful face. “Fairy eggs.”
Ava tucks her strawberry blond hair behind her ear. “Those are not fairy eggs. Everyone knows fairies don’t lay-”
“Oh, yeah? Ever seen a pregnant fairy?” The kid has some logic, another gift from his father.
Ava bites her lip. I ought to warn her, but the kid’s got a bit of his mama in him, too.
She glances down as the tip of the medicine dropper peeks from between his toes. I’ve never seen so wry a smile on so angelic a face.
“When do they hatch?” she asks.