The Secret of Tinkerbell

We're taking Darling to see Peter Pan (some of our friends are in it) tomorrow night at a local community theater. She's very excited...

Daddy's an actor, so, she's a real theatre kid, minus the EMO and teenage angst. Then again, she's almost 5, so she still has time, I guess.

She LOVES going to shows, mostly I think because that's something that grown ups do and partly because she is the most imaginative kid I've ever met.

The best part of going to see Peter Pan is the fact that I told her that Tinkerbell is REALLY going to fly with Peter, Wendy, John and Michael.

She's dubious, to say the least.

Then I showed her Facebook pictures of the show that depicted Tinkerbell swirling magically all around the stage. She's in now hook, line and sinker. She keeps asking how they can really fly and I explain about Tinkerbell's magic dust, and then we discuss the chemical properties of it (it's made up of 3 parts magic and 1 part glitter).

Maybe it seems cruel to lie to her about the flying, but children are innocent and believe in magic for such a short time in their lives. Can't I kind of enjoy it while it lasts? Even if she finds out about the wires and harnesses, who cares? It's still amazing and magical that such a thin "rope" could hold up a person.

Darling is head over heels in the unicorn and fairies phase of her childhood. (Thank God it's not Hannah Montana yet.) She wants to wear her Tinkerbell wings tomorrow night and I think I'm going to let her. She's excited that she might get to say "Hi" to her after the show. (Since Tinkerbell is a friend of my hubby's I think there's a pretty good chance.)

No one ever said my hubby and I were "normal" parents, but at least we're having fun. I doubt if we scar her childhood with a little magic...

Hope you have a great weekend full of something magical to you!