Ivy is sitting pretty in her Tink costume. She waits patiently as I potter in and out of the kitchen.

I ask her, “Ivy, what would you like for breakfast”?

“Fairies”, she says, her eyes bright with mischief.

Without skipping a beat, Maddy pipes up.

“Oh no, Ivy! You can’t have fairies for breakfast, that’s called cannibalism”.

It seems that Ivy is not the only person in the house that believes she is a fairy.