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?
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.