Zoë, who was hard at work colouring in the fairy garden she'd made for the castle grounds, suddenly stopped colouring, looked up at Benjamin and said, "Benny, do you think fairies are real?"
"Oh, absolutely," he answered.
"Mom, do you think fairies are real?"
"Oh, I don't know..." I hedged.
Benjamin puffed out his chest and said authoritatively, "Don't ask her. Grown ups are really bad at knowing this sort of thing!"
And thus I was saved from having to either confirm or deny the existence of fairies.