“I’m Clarissa the Rock fairy,” the Mop announced.
“The what fairy?” I asked.
“The Rock Fairy,” she said. “I like to rock!” I could see her eyes rolling at my ignorance as she strummed her air guitar.
“Ohhh, a Rock and Roll Fairy,” I nodded.
“That’s my talent,” she said proudly.
“What do you play?” I asked.
“The giddar,” she replied.
“And do you sing?” I wanted to know.
“Of course,” she sighed dramatically.
“That’s awesome. Now go to bed so you can get up tomorrow and rock some more.” I was so tired my eyes were sticking together and I couldn’t walk straight. School holidays were doing me in.