Well, it has been quite a week: Good things at work and outside of work that I can't quite talk about yet, plus being plagiarized by Portland's leading candidate for mayor! Doesn't get much more surreal than that. But I'm not the one you want to read about, right? It's RACHEL.
We have been reading these fairy books that are British imports. They're about two little girls, Rachel and Kirsty, who are best friends AND they're friends of the fairies (who are constantly fighting off efforts by Jack Frost and his goblins to ruin things). Every once in a while the fairies call on the girls to help them, and the girls sometimes get to change into fairies themselves in the process. As Drew describes the books, they are barely Americanized to suit U.S. tastes -- he has read a couple of references to castles in Scotland -- but there are about 100 in the series: Bella the candy fairy, Mia the bridesmaid fairy, etc. etc. Rachel LOVES THEM. (There's even a "camp fairy," which is great because she's going to have to go to summer camp in a few years).
So now everything is fairies in our house. We constantly have to pretend we're fairies, or treat Rachel like she's a fairy. Or a unicorn. The other day, Rachel said, "I"m Rachel, the Book Fairy! Fairyland should DEFINITELY have a Book Fairy!"
How can you not love this kid?
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