My daughter: I don’t believe in the Easter bunny.
Me: You know, every time you say something like that, you kill a fairy.
My daughter: …
Me: What? Now you don’t believe in fairies?
My daughter: Not really.
Me: Now you’ve killed another one.
My daughter: No, I didn’t.
Me: No, you totally did.
My daughter: They’re not real.
Me: Oh, God, it’s another one.
My daughter: Mom, stop it!
Me: No, don’t mind me. I’ll just be out back, burying all the dead fairies.