One more bit of magic gone

Yesterday, Kiddo announced to me that Thomas the Tank Engine is not a real engine; he's just a story somebody made up. So much for our yearly pilgrimage to Day Out with Thomas, and seeing Kiddo's eyes light up at the sight of the life-sized blue engine. So much for the Island of Sodor, where the engines are alive, and where engines and people work, play, argue, act childishly, get over themselves, and make up, all as a matter of course. So much for James, Percy, Gordon, and Edward.

All that magic gone in just one puff of logic.