My kidlet started crying this morning on our walk to school. When I asked her why she just kept saying: "She's Dead!" Confused I asked who is dead. Then she took me back a few steps and I understood.
In an attempt to console her I said: "Oh Sweetheart, that's just bird poop." And her eyes became dark pools as she pondered.
Then with a slight tilt to her elfin face she says: "Birds poop fairies? Cool."
Keep the magic in the everyday, my friends.