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“I’m clumsy.”

Mom adds, “Taylor likes to be a daredevil. I bet you’re the same way, huh?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I urge him to come with me and Mom. “Come on. We gotta hurry before our ingredients go bad.”

Conner looks nervous as he follows us. I don’t know why. It’s just a band aid.

After we get all fixed up Mommy says, “You’ll needyour parents to look at that. It’s a little deep, honey.” Then she looks around and makes a worried face. “Where are your parents?”

“Mom’s at work. Dad is… around. He said to wait here for him to be done with his stuff.”

Mommy’s eyes get worried like her face. “Okay.”

“Can we go play now?” I’m ready to get back to our good work. When Mommy nods, I grab Conner’s hand and pull him back to where the bucket is. “We need to stir it with something.”

He looks around and finds a big stick. “This good?”

“Yeah!”

As we take turns stirring all the things in the bucket, I notice he’s bleeding through his band aid already. “Does it hurt?”

“Not really. Does yours?”

“Nope!”

Conner shoots me a big smile then it falls fast. “I really am sorry I hurt you. I didn’t mean to fall on you like that.”

“It’s okay. Too bad I couldn’t just catch you.” I check my elbow out again. “Now we have matching elboos. Get it? Elbows and boo boos. Elboos.” I knock mine against his and he winces but also laughs.

“Now what?”

I put my hands on my hips because I’m in charge. “We have to find a good place to dump it for the fairies.”

His shoulders drop. “There’s no fairies. They aren’t real.”

“There’s always fairies and you probably just killed one saying that.”

His eyebrows go up. Then he looks around the park again. “How about over there?”

“Yeah!”

We carry the bucket to the other side of the park wherethere are lots of trees and no grass. Then we dump it all out.

“Now what?” he asks.

“That’s it. We did it.”

Looking at the pile of magic potion on the ground, I’m really proud of us. “This is my best batch I ever made. Thanks for helping me.”

“You’re welcome.”

We go back to the playground, and I hand Mommy my bucket.

“All finished?” she asks.

“Yup.”