Let me preface this story by saying that when I am away from home, I am away from home. I do the total removal routine, and I (hold on to your pants) don't call home. I don't check in or check on my family. They know where I am, if they need me they will contact me. I do this for a couple of reasons. First, I think short separations are good for the soul, both theirs and mine. I need time to be me, and they need time to be without Mom. Also, I think having me check in on them undermines Big E. If I'm not home, it is Big E's world run by Daddy Rules. And sometimes, those rules are better than mine.
Now, when I was in New York, there was a domestic tragedy, of sorts.
It went like this:
Hysterical tears and screams from the back room.
Big E to Little e, "What's wrong, are you hurt?"
Little e: "I...I..I.. killed my fairy!"
We, as a family, don't go in for video games much, or mainstream commercials toys, but... the girls have this thing for the Disney Fairies site. It is their only computer game vice, and most of the time they play as non-members, so it is free. When Little e lost her most recent tooth, she asked her Tooth Fairy, Honeysuckle, for a month long membership instead of money. Honeysuckle, being a soft touch, said "Wish granted" and there you go.
Little e logged in and accidentally deleted her fairy. She could create a new one, but then she would have no gathered materials to buy things with. (As non-members the girls collect flowers and berries, so when they get a month as members they can buy things.)
What to do, what to do?
The Daddy solution?
"Let's build a new fairy. We can make her better, faster, stronger, and I'll stay up late into the night playing fairy games so you have berries to spend."
Really. He spent hours filling her fairy coffers.
Sometimes it really is better when the house runs by Daddy rules.
Yep. He's a pretty fabulous Dad.