a fireplace fairy

I came across this photo and it is a funny attached to it.

Lila was 2 years old and we lived in our old house. Lets set the scene. Its december, the fireplace (which we had used the previous winter) had a raised hearth and a wire screen with a pulley in front. While I am at work I get a call from Daddy, "hey check your email asap".

The story goes, Daddy is "on duty" for the little fairy named Lila G., he goes upstairs to the loft to do some work. The loft overlooks the living room, and he is talking to the little fairy the whole time. On his way down, he starts talking to her again and doesn't hear her. No big deal she is probably here somewhere, "Lila, Lila, Lila?.......hhmm LILA? Panic begins to set into his leg muscles causing weakness in the knees. Daddy starts running through the house skreetching LLLIIIILLLLAAA!!!! Mind you it is a small house and he is now drenched in sweat. As he pants standing in the hallway and contemplates calling 911, he thinks to scan the room, there he spot her sitting behind the guard smiling. He finds our sweet little fairy covered in ashes in the fireplace. He about faints. Once he regains his facilties he figures he better clean her up, hence the photo (he had one of her in the fireplace but I couldn't find it here at work). Her nicknames change constantly depending on her adventures. She is our little fireplace fairy and we love her with all our hearts.