My Morning with Tinkerbell

I spent the day yesterday with Tinkerbell. She was wearing horizontally striped stretch pants of 6 or 7 different colours, an emerald green t-shirt, pink crocks, her shiny Tinkerbell fairy dress, her wings and a lime green sun hat with her own image emroidered on the front. She had dressed herself.  My time with Tinkerbell is not new to me. She has emerged from the Gaffer’s room on more than one occasion to brighten us all with her magic and turn her mother into a frog. But it’s not very often that she ventures out of the house. Maybe the sunshine got to her.

First, Tink and I went to the bank. She flew most of the way. I was delighted to see this turn of events because we had suffered minor trauma the first time she put her wings on at Hallowe’en and jumped around the kitchen crying, "Momma, Momma these wings don’t fly!" Apparently when one runs fast enough and flaps one’s arms in the spring sunshine, fairy dust isn’t even needed to take flight. I don’t think cocktails will be needed by any of our neighbours this evening either after witnessing the CIBC inspired flight of Tinkerbell as she soared to the nearest ATM. 

After withdrawing copious amounts of cash and pushing many buttons we headed over to the flower market. The Gaffer likes to drop by once a week to see if she can get a new rose when the one in her room loses too many petals like that of the Beast just before Belle proclaims her love and turns him into a handsome prince.  You may be as surprised as me to learn that Tinkerbell acally (pronounced actually) prefers tulips…purple ones. Belle likes to get roses for the Beast but Tinkerbell can fly better with a tulip in her hand.

The next stop was the liquor store. Tink wanted to ride in the acalator (elevator) but that is only for days that we are in the stroller. She carried several lovely bottles of Baileys and Drambuie over to Mama but Mama was in the mood for some wine, the kind with bubbles. We made a quick dash through the cash with some more very important button pushing and turned one LCBO employee into a turtle. I am not sure if spells take effect on people who cannot actually hear them but if you get very slow service at a mid-Toronto LCBO store in the next little while it could be the work of our little magic wand.

Finally, we headed to our favourite smoothie store. While Mama did all the ordering and paying, Tink sniffed at some wheat grass on display and pulled a chair over to the blenders in order to get up close and personal with all the ingredients of her ‘moothie.  This put a huge hindrance on flying and just as Mama was balancing both drinks, several bouquets of flowers, and a liquor store bag, the wings had to come off. Another little known fact about Tinkerbell is that she removes her wings for meals. One cannot fly and drink, it is a choking hazard.

There was more flying and castle wall inspection, along with a little mountain climbing on the way home when suddenly Tinkerbell turned herself and her mother into a frog and we had to hop and ribbit the rest of the way. As Tink lay down for a rest with her friends, Elizabeth in the paper bag dress and the 101 Donations, Mama sat on the porch and smiled.

In his play, Peter Pan, J. M. Barrie wrote, "When the first baby laughed for the first time, the laugh broke into a thousand pieces and they all went skipping about, and that was the beginning of fairies."

I believe it. I spent my morning with a fairy and the laughter, the innocent, pure laughter that accompanied that journey could only have come from babies. I am so blessed to have gotten both a baby and a fairy in my Gaffer.