Blowing & Drifting

When, tonight, I moved Julia from the guest room bed, where she’s supposed to fall asleep while her sister wails, to her own bed, she whispered to me, “Daddy, while I was in the guest room, my knees were lighting up!” I thought for a second, wondering what she could mean, and then realized she’d seen static-electric sparks generated by the wool blanket. I told her it was static, just like when we accidentally shock each other after walking on the carpet, and that it wasn’t anything to worry about. She whisperered back, “Ohhhhhh,” as if a secret had been revealed. Now that I’m writing about it, I wonder if she was hoping it was fairies or something. Sorry, honey.