Oh Peter, why won't you come for me?

I put the kids to bed an hour ago.  After a long session of giggles, I had hoped they were settled down for the night, but kept hearing the bedroom door opening, so I knew it was not so.  Still, I let them be. 

Just now I went upstairs myself and Hazel met me at her door.  I was surprised to find her in the pink dress-up dress Nana made her instead of her pajamas.  I was even more surprised to find half the contents of the dress-up box on her bed and the floor.  Hence, the ever-opening door. 

I set to work rocking Jack and directing Hazel back into her PJs.  But then Hazel really threw me for a loop.  She said, "I keep waiting and waiting, but he just won't come." 

"Who?" I asked. 

"Peter Pan," my sweet little girl replied, completely serious. 

My heart melted.  She really believes in Peter and Neverland.  For reals. 

I guess I threw a little Santa her way, as I said, "He won't come until you're asleep."  She didn't believe me until I reminded her that Wendy was asleep when he came to London.  I said, "If he wants to talk to you, he'll wake you up, just like he woke up Wendy."  And she bought it. 

What a magical night!





On a related note, I might as well record that we talk about Peter and Neverland a lot.  I frequently tell Hazel I'm going to take her to Neverland so she'll stop growing up.  She's quite excited about that idea, and has started asking me why Peter hasn't come for her yet.  (I guess she has nights like this a lot, and this is just the first time our conversation about it didn't happen the next day.)  I've tried to buy some time by telling her Peter is waiting until she's old enough to do his spring cleaning, like Wendy was.  But apparently her darling little mind can't quite wrap itself around the idea of being 10 years old.  Tomorrow is a long ways off...