If you come to our house any time soon, you’ll likely get the opportunity to play pretend. Such games usually consist of calling Miss Mylie by a name other than her given one. Of late, I’ve been required to call her “Kitty,” “Doggy,” “Lion,” and a host of others. Her very favorite game, however, is to don her fairy wings and require me to call her Tinkerbell. Today, she even got the rest of us in on the action. She brought down fairy wings for me and for Nolan, and when I asked what our names should be, she immediately dubbed me “TinkerMom” and Nolan soon became “TinkerBud.” Before you turn me into CPS for putting fairy wings on the poor little man, please understand that TinkerBud enjoyed his wings, because it made it gave him the much needed magic to make his trucks fly, and they also gave him super-human strength to play with the really heavy ball game that his un-magical alter ego isn’t strong enough to handle. And it gave TinkerMom some good blackmail for the future. I keep trying to post video, but it keeps crashing our Internet. I guess you’ll just have to come play pretend with us if you want to see us in action.