The fairies have it

Our house has been overtaken by fairies. They are absolutely everywhere and I’m powerless to do anything about it. This is all coming from my four-year-old’s mouth regarding the invasion of the fairies. He doesn’t call it the invasion, that’s been my take on what’s happening.

It doesn’t help that his early childcare worker is perpetuating the fairy thing. According to JJ she is magic, she is a fairy, she can fly, she did it, her magic did it, her magic can do it. Quite frankly I’m a bit sick of hearing about how wonderful she is but at the same time it’s kinda cute.

And I’ve decided if you can’t beat em perhaps you’ve just gotta join em.

JJ has started blowing kisses to me and asking me if I can feel them. He might blow a kiss in a different direction to me, or be standing on the other side of the room when he blows me a kiss and tonight I told him that I felt his kiss because the fairies delivered it to me. ‘How did they do that?’ he asked. ‘They picked it up and brought it to me.’ I said.

I can’t even escape fairies in my journey around the blogosphere. Joy wrote a poem, ‘Fairyland‘ which I printed out and I’ve read to JJ twice now. After reading it to him last night I left it on the table in the lounge and he asked if I could read it to him tonight so I did. As he passed it to me and got ready to sit down he said, ‘I’m so ‘tescited”.

I know I know, I’m also perpetuating his fairies belief. Why not ey?

We went to a local event recently where they had a face painter. She asked JJ what he wanted and I’m surprised he didn’t say a fairy. When people he doesn’t know ask him a question he clams up. Believe me, he’s the complete opposite with people he does know well. I sometimes call him Chat Chat because he just doesn’t shut up. Anyway, when he wasn’t forthcoming with a suggestion for a face painting, she suggested fish.

This is the result. It’s nothing to do with fairies.