Rose is in bed, and she says to me: “Pretend you are Tinkerbell and you are my mommy.” I say, “I am your mommy so I only have to pretend to be Tinkerbell.”
Clank
Charles pops his head in the doorway and says, “I am Tinkerbell!”
Rose says, “No, you are my daddy. But you can pretend to be my daddy Tinkerbell.”
He says “I am your daddy. And I am Tinkerbell… Wait, are there any boy fairies?”
Rose says, “There is Clank. He is fat. Just like you, Daddy!”
… and I have to leave the room promptly because I am not sure I should be crying with laughter at this statement. She clearly wasn’t trying to be mean, and said it as sweetly as can be. But it took me a minute or two to compose myself before I could kiss her goodnight.
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Seriously, they way she said it, she might have said “He’s tall… like you, Daddy.” Also, i didn’t just say “I am Tinkerbell.” I declared that sh!t with a fervent conviction… “I AM Tinkerbell!”
I read it as ‘big’ – Charles is most definitely not fat, but he is rather towering.
Regardless, the concept of boy fairies is pretty silly. Even if they do have mallets.