She arrived home tired, hungry and angry with the world. But there was her little boy noting that he had prepared a special gift for her. How could a mother not be ecstatic at such a welcome at the end of the day.

He grabbed her hand and led her into junk yard where he had been playing with his toy soldiers all day.

“mommie here is your gift.”

She stared with wonder.

Her little boy had buried the local evil court jester and now life would be grand and free.

Magic. Life is magical.

Time to attend the ball, afterall.