I don't need a baby-sitter! I'm seven! Going on eight! [ She stated triumphantly as she took his hand gingerly, for that was quite an accomplishment, after all. Her own palm was hardly a fraction the size of his own, wrapping around his thumb.

There were bigger sugar-plum faeries. ]

Are you a policeman? My mom says that they're really stupid but I'm s'posedta go to one if I'm lost. You don't look very stupid though...

[ Enjoy that vote of confidence. ]