Pulling into the house last night, we found a curious object on our doorstep: a toddler-sized purple chair with lavender flowers on the seat.
This was no ordinary purple chair. It was a Tinkerbell chair - a twin to the most disputed of all seats in our household, matching down to the last detail, including the missing chair back (well - someone had constructed a replacement seat back out of cardboard and cloth for this one).
Now we had not one Tinkerbell chair but two.
Henry immediately tried it out: a perfect fit, like that plastic and metal seat was made for his behind. Naomi's face relaxed into a smile. She no longer would have to share her favorite chair.
Even better: There were no fights this morning over who got to sit in the Tinkerbell chair.
When we found this magical seat, there was no tag or note attached. Clearly it came right from Pixie Hollow itself. Thank you to the fairies who brought it here.
Note: (See previous blog entry for any questions about why I'm talking about a Tinkerbell chair).