Congested Eucalyptus Bath Conversation


Hank: You know?  Fairies come in your house when you’re gone.

Me: And what do they do in my house?

Hank:  They clean.

Me: They do?

Hank: yup.

Me: But if fairies come into my house and clean when we are away why do you and I and papa have to clean so much?

Hank:  Um… Because fairies are so small, so small, you can’t see their cleaning.

Me:  Oh!  And just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it isn’t there.

Hank:  That’s right.  Like gerbs.

Me: Gerbs? (pause) Wait, do you mean germs?

Hank:  Yes. Germs.  I have germs in my mouth because I am sick.  Did I lose my germs yet, mama?

Me: You’re still a bit germmie.

Hank: Ok.  OH! And fairies play music, but only on Sundays.  No Domingo (on Sunday).

Me:  I better mark my calendar.

Hank:  (flopping down up to his ears in the bath) Yes, because fairies are magicians.

Me:  That they are, but I think you mean musicians.  A musician is a person who plays music.  A magician is a person who is magical.  So fairies are magical musicians?

Hank:  On Sundays.

Me: On Sundays.


While Drawing Together

Hank: I have made a teeny tiny window.

Me: Oh, oh, oh! It is positively teensy.  Can that be my window?

Hank: Yes, of course, but the room inside isn’t tiny, just the window.

Me:  That’s fine.  I want to sit by that window and look at the stars and read wonderful books.

Hank:  It is exactly that kind of window.  See this building has so many windows because so many people live in it, but this window is special built for you.

Me:  Oh, thank you.  Can you make my window yellow, so the light inside is on and I can always find it?

Hank: Absolutely.

one yellow window