This is the problem with having imaginative children who love books? Living with the repercussions and the imaginative play spawned off the books. For months, everything could be fixed with a swish of a wand a la Harry Potter, and they were certain that at 11 they would get a letter from Hogwarts.

Then there was the replaying the story of Wicked , either using themselves as characters, or replaying it with various toys. Plus lots of singing the songs.

Now? We are up to our ears in the world of Maximum Ride. Between me reviewing the March release of The Final Warning and reading Maximum Ride: School’s Out – Forever at bedtime, the girls are steeped in the world of Max and the flock.

They ask me to read Fang’s blog, LG starts talking about how things could be different for the flock, and now they come to me at dinner time saying that they want wings more than anything else. They are bouncing ideas off each other:

• “Maybe if we took off our shirts, our wings would pop out!”
• “We could cut holes in our shirts for the wings”
• “Maybe if we just jumped off something high enough they’d come out”
• “We weren’t born with wings. Maybe if we wish hard enough they’d come out”
• “Mommy, can you give us wings? I’d rather have wings than anything else, even a puppy.”

Great – the one thing my kids want more than anything else is the one thing I can’t give them. I did promise that if they sprouted wings, I’d have one of our sewing friends help with the necessary holes in their shirts, and in return they promised not to cut holes in their shirts.

After the haircuts they’ve given each other over the years, perhaps I should hide the scissors anyhow…