Fairy Life.

Once upon a recent weekend, younger sibling was 'belaxing' and felt she would get in touch with her fairy heritage, so here she is. As usual the fairies are going to school, and will be getting ready for flying lessons, look on it as psychodrama if you will, but most of the challenge is in the fine mototr field as those dratted pixies are rather small and do tend to fall over a lot.
So when do we stop wanting to play fairies? Do the fairy games just transform into something else? How would it be if we all got out a few fairies or....whatever was your 'thang' and spent half an hour on the weekend re-enacting scenes with plastic figures? Wither the fairy self?