“My friends say fairies aren’t real, mama.”
— “Fairies do exist, dear. They spray their magic dust to make the flowers bloom.”
“These cookies are so tasty mama. Can I eat them all?”
— “Don’t, my boy. Leave some of the cookies for Santa. if you had been a good boy, Santa and his elves will leave you anything you asked for.”
“I’m scared, I don’t want to go to sleep.”
— “ Shh, it’s already past your bedtime. Wee Willie Winkie would be running through the town, checking if the kids are in their beds. Close your eyes now, and try to sleep.”
“Mama, what would I be when I grow up?”
— Disappointed.
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