Cinderella is real, dammit! And she lives in New Hampshire!

So at dinner tonight, Bink looked a little worried.

"Mom. We need to get to the bottom of this. Is there a monster stealing my juice?"

First, ??

Second, this girl is serious. She is not messing around so obviously I cannot mess around, either. I look at her very solemnly and tell her that I have a VERY big secret. Intrigued, she leans in, and I say in a low voice, ducking around the pasta that Baby Boy is throwing at us...

"I think you are old enough to handle this. Monsters. Are. Not. Real. They're not real! They come from the imaginations of people who write books and stories and they are never real. So there is nothing to worry about!"

Relieved, Bink thinks about this and says:

"So who's at Disney?"

Hmm... I wasn't sure if I should tell her that these were just people dressed up, because where does that leave Minnie and Mickey? And what about the princesses? Will I ruin her sense of wonder and whimsy before she starts kindergarten?! Am I overthinking this? Of course I am!

"I don't know."

She is satisfied with this, but keeps going.

"So Cinderella... where does Cinderella live? Mommy, I know where she lives so ask me where she lives."

"Where does she live? Disney?" (Ask and answer...)

"Oh, no, Mommy! I know Cinderella... I met her last year. She lives in New Hampshire!" Bink says triumphantly, and goes back to eating her waffle.

Last summer, we went to Storyland and Bink met her new best friend, Cinderella. As you can see, it was huge.

"Oh, so -"

"Mommy, I'm eating. Why don't we discuss this later?"

I can't figure out who's smarter, but have a definite feeling that she's already lapped me...

Photographic evidence Mom is clueless...