Today when little Destiny came home from school, she was sobbing as if someone had just stepped on her kitten. Mrs. Carhart was at work, of course, and Mr. C was locked away down in his Man Cave (as usual). So it was to Alex’s room that the girl came.
It did my heart good to see how tender my lass was with her little sister. But what the wee girl was crying about made me fiery with anger.
“Teacher said…said…said…”
She was hiccuping from crying so hard, and it was difficult for her to get the words out.
“Said what?” Alex asked patiently.
“She said Herbert the Goblin wasn’t real!”
Oh, my blood went aboil at hearing this. I’m pretty sure that there is no Herbert the Goblin here. (I’ve checked Destiny’s room several times to be certain.) Even so, we of the Enchanted Realm know well and well how important a child’s imagination is. The thought of Destiny’s teacher squashing it this way…well, it was a good thing the woman wasn’t in front of me at that moment. I don’t think there’s a number high enough for me to have counted to.
No matter how high I got bad things would likely have followed.