The myth of the sugar fairy. Simple and wonderful. We went trick-or-treating to gather candy for the fairy that NEEDS sugar to sustain her life. At the end of the evening, Reya was allowed to hold on to her two very favorite treats, and the rest went into a basket on the porch for a trade with the sugar fairy. The fairy came in the night and left a wrapped gift containing a set of watercolor paints (the nice, plant pigmented, natural ones of course) and a paint brush. In the morning Reya was thrilled to find her gift, with some sugar sprinkled on top, which dropped off of the fairy's wings as she beat them to gain speed for flight. Reya commented for the third time, yesterday, "Isn't it nice, Mama, that the sugar fairy knows just what I like? Can we paint again today?"
Don't you just love fairy tales? I do.
Here is a pic of the fairy on our couch, pigging out on taffy and other such treats.
(Don't tell her who it really is!)
(Don't tell her who it really is!)
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