Second son (calls from bed): I have something special for you.
Me: What is it?
He pulls out a small, red jingle bell and places it in the palm of my hand.
Me: Thank you. Is it a magic bell?
Son: No. Nuffink is magic.
Me: Nothing at all?
Son: Nuffink! Magic is not real. And do you want to know why? (Whispers.) A balloon can't pop a fork. That's why!
Me: No, I guess a balloon can't pop a fork.
Son: And also, you can't pop a balloon with your brain, or your little finger. Neiver of these things will pop a balloon. I am telling you this.
Me: But a fork will pop a balloon! Eh?
Son: Mommy. Be serious now. Only one thing is magic.
Me: And what is that?
Son: People is magic.
Me: Thank you for the little bell.
Son: Aw, dude, it ain't yours. I am only loaning it to you!