The other day, in passing, Crappy Boy mentions something about fairies. I think it was something like "maybe it was a fairy" who hid the toy he was looking for.
He is at an age where he no longer believes in many things that he once did. That "magic innocence of childhood" stuff is fading fast. I search for the magic sometimes, to see how much is left. So when I uncover a remnant of it I start digging to see how deep it goes.
I ask him if he thinks fairies are real.
He says no. Slightly disappointed, I ask him why. He explains…
He says they aren't real because of the wings. That they can't possibly fly. I mention butterflies and birds and that they fly. So he explains that fairies weigh too much and that the wings they always show fairies having would never work.
I am now quite sure that when the cells were dividing, most of my genetic material was thrown in the trash. He is almost entirely coded from my scientifically minded, fairy disproving husband. Which I find fascinating.
He is 99% logic and 1% magic.
So I sit down and decide to ask him if several things are real or not. There has got to be something left that he believes in. There has got to be some magic left. At least 1%.
As a joke, I start with mermaids.
Because I already know how he feels about mermaids.
So I make things more challenging. I ask him about Totoro. (see My Neighbor Totoro)
At first, he says he isn't sure. I get hopeful for a moment. Totoro was such a huge part of his childhood. Going on hikes, finding hollow "totoro trees" that they might be sleeping in. But ultimately he decides that Totoro is "probably not real". A kitten died somewhere when he said that.
Anyway. So we continue.
I ask about monsters. Because I don't really care if he believes in those or not.
I ask about gnomes.
I ask about a whole bunch of fairytale folk. No, no, no, no, no.
Then, I ask about elves.
I'm shocked. Really? They are?
He shrugs and explains…
I'll take it.
(PS – they totally are real)