Years before I had WCB, I looked forward to having kids so I could tell them fanciful stories: Santa is coming. The Easter Bunny is coming. The Land of Oz is a real place that we all hope to visit one day, and that's why we never go to the basement during tornado warnings.
Actually, the last one is a cold, hard fact, and if you try to tell me otherwise, I will kick you in the knee.
Anyway. Today WCB and I were playing in the back yard, and we found a little top part of an acorn. I told her it was a hat for fairies to wear. She smiled, put it on her head, and said, "Hat!" I suddenly found that I didn't get the satisfaction that I thought lying to my child would bring me. I got a little panicky. I tried to cover myself by adding, "... and ... it is also something for squirrels to eat." Suddenly I had this image of WCB taking the ACT test in 16 years, and I saw her coming across the following question:
What is this?
A. A hat for fairies to wear
B. Food for squirrels
I mean, what if the answer to that one question makes the difference between a full ride to Harvard and a lifelong career as a Wal-Mart greeter?
I tried to make up for the whole affair by explaining that the rocks in the back yard are sedimentary, but I think the damage has been done.