An amusing anecdote

At dinner time we often light a beeswax candle, and as we strike the match, we sing,

Fire faeries come to us,
bringing golden light from the sun.

Then we join hands and sing a blessing of gratitude for our food. Lately Reya and Galen are really into the blessing, and sometimes they want to do it again, and again.

The other night we failed to light a candle.


Halfway through dinner Galen grabbed a box of matches, picked one up and held it out toward the candle in the center of the table. He has this two-year-old way of speaking lately, where every word is somewhat separated with an extra space that makes him sound just a teeny bit robotic. He also repeats every statement umpteen times. Holding his match, he requested, "I--burn--faeries--mama--I burn--faeries--I burn--faeries--mama--I burn." We all busted up laughing, which of course made him want to say it all through dinner, and at breakfast the next morning, and every day since. Little ham.