Avery believes she is a princess. Truly. We took the family out to eat (after the lunch rush so we wouldn't offend anyone with flying bits of food and dancing on the table.) Avery looked at us all sitting at the table, water spilling onto the floor, Tenley balancing on the highchair, Tobin finger painting in the salsa, and then she asked, "Are we a normal family?" Oh you can imagine all the retorts whizzing through Sean's and my brain, so ten minutes later when we'd stopped laughing hysterically, we calmly asked, "Sure. Why do you ask?" She looked at us a little disappointed, "Well, I thought we were a royal family." Such a sad moment when reality hits us, but I suppose she's in denial because a few moments later, "Well, I am still a princess." (Despite her relations.)
I could write a dissertation on the different opinions and consequences of letting Santa visit your house once a year. Avery was looking at our gas fireplace cover and screamed with horror, "How will Santa get in here!?!?" "Avery, remember we're going to Utah for Christmas." "Well what about NEXT year?!?!" I wasn't quite prepared with an answer, besides I was trying to hide my face so she wouldn't see me laughing. Then the non-committal answer-all came to me, "He uses magic." I was pleased with myself. She looked at me and then her eyes got big and she gasped with pleasure, "So magic IS real!" Ah shoot, all our conversations about fairies and wands and Pegasus being pretend...up the chimney with three little words.