I must have seemed confused when Violet asked me to line them up. I eyed the dolls and their wings and their pointed toes and said “sweetie, fairies fly”.
Sophia looked at me with disdain and said, “hey mom, just open their legs up all the way and then they can sit. That’s the only way they don’t fall over”.
I did it and instantly saw a brothel of tiny winged ladies of the night. Ladies that spread like gymnasts and are tiny as toothpicks with unflappable boobs. Lovely.
I always wondered how the girls played with their set of fairies.
There’s only so much you can do in the air.
Now I don’t even want to know.
*I am linking this awful iphone picture up to the #iPPP iPhone Photo Phun crew. Disappointing photo but the grit is just so appropriate. Want to play? Check out A Belle, A Bean & A Chicago Dog and Taming Insanity.