But they don't always end up with everyone happy!
Life with our little William Saroyan continues apace. I've mounted a set of the most recent batch of stories to flow from the unicorn-besotted imagination of my kid.
We were in the middle of typing up her story "The Duck and the Duckling" when her friend and his dad came by for some play-date action. Her friend looked on in puzzlement as I banged away at the keyboard of the typewriter.
"This is what they used before computers, buddy," said his dad. "It's the sort of thing you expect to find in a house that doesn't have cable."
I proved unable to defend myself against this sally as my kid had gotten to the exciting part, where the duck and the duckling turn around, shocked to see a beautiful fairy with stars all over her. It took all my attention to keep my forefingers flying across the typewriter's arthritic keyboard.
"Huh, that's the Star Fairy," said the friend.
"Whoa! How did you know?" asked my daughter, looking up with wild surmise.
"Uh, she had stars," he said, displaying a more than passing familiarity with the conventions of fairy nomenclature that give me hope for balanced gender norms of the rising generation.