Me- Walks into bathroom and finds wall chips on the ground. Previous small hole is a bit bigger. Go into living room.
Who was picking at the wall?
Ramy- Not me.
Isaac-.........
Me- Isaac did you pick at the wall?
Isaac- No.
Me- Then who did?
Isaac- Fairies did it.
Me- Why didn't you tell them not to?
Isaac- They're invisible.
Me- Then how do you know it was fairies?
Isaac- I can see invisible things.
Me- Then why didn't you tell her not to pick at the wall?
Isaac- She came down from the heaven.
Me- So. Next time tell her not to pick at the wall.
I'm not sure where to start with this really. I suppose the heaven part. I have no idea where he's pulling that out of. I don't recall ever speaking about it. Then there is the whole rest of his story. Does he think I believe him? I really have no idea. Next time he better tell those fairies in his head not to pick at my wall.
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This was meant to be tongue in cheek, not serious. We would of course love our children no matter what they chose to believe/do. There would definatly be closed topics of conversation but it was just meant that those choices would be so outside our realm of experience.
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