Clare was crying and wanting her baba (pacifier to those of you not living in our house - don't look at me like that, she made up the word, not us). I looked straight into her face and said "I have to tell you the truth Clare, the baba fairy came and got it this morning before you woke up. She'll bring it back tonight before you go to bed."
Mason just looked at me, "You have to tell her the truth huh?"
I think as parents we're so under prepared for the task at hand that it's a miracle that any child grows up with a decent set of morals and the ability to navigate the world we live in without believing that there are imaginary beings awaiting them with every malicious purpose around each and every corner.