Reality Check

My kids undoubtedly believe in the healing power of kisses. No one in this house under 5 feet can leave a boo boo unattended until you kiss the exact spot of pain. I love it.

They also believe that as a part of daddy's regular chores he kills any monster that might come from their closets or from under their beds.

This is why I'm a little surprised sometimes when I get a dose of reality from my kids.

Yesterday, I was joking around with Iwa and told her that we needed to move to Mercury for some reason or another. She said, "No, mommy. That's to close to the sun. It would be way too hot for us there."

Iwa: 1
Mommy: 0

What made me sad was a few days before that she was wanting something. She said, "I would wish on a star, but they're just balls of fire in space. They don't come true."

I've been thinking about that ever since.

I told her that we don't have to wish on stars because we have prayer and all of that, but a part of me is sad that one piece of childhood is taken away from her by reality. Sheesh. Education.

I realized all was not lost, though, when she helped me hunt leprechauns. John and I were on our way somewhere with the kids. We were talking about where to go or something and, of course, she was trying to be in our conversation.

Iwalani: Mommy, where are we going?

Me: (jokingly) I don't know about you guys but I'm looking for leprechauns. I hear he has some really good Lucky Charms.

Iwalani: (in an "Whatever, Mommy" kinda laugh and tone) Okay mommy..

**long silence**

Iwalani: So, Mommy... what do leprechauns look like?

Of course I told her where we were actually going, but if she was going to believe that, she's still a kid.

I'd rather not think about what it says about me.