Snow White and the Seven Monts

Miracle of miracles, the little girl along the street showed up at the door after school, and she had already had the chicken pox!

Her dad said, "Can she come in to play?"

Spilly and I practically shouted together, "YES!!!"

It was as if the queen had come. Snacks and drinks all round. A little Dora. And then they drifted to the kitchen table to do some art. That progressed to drawing TVs. Then they decided to create their own TV show. This required full costumes and props, a whole pile of stuff strewn everywhere and a lot of whooping up and down the stairs. They also requested a wet cloth so that they could wash the kitchen floor at the beginning of the story (this was the part I liked).

In the end, they produced their own version of Snow White, complete with an evil stepmother dressed as a bride. The seven dwarves were all played by Monty dressed as himself. I was the prince, who spent part of the time kissing people to make them wake up (although I kept forgetting what I was supposed to do--love to get the cheap laughs), and part of the time cooking bulgar in the kitchen.

Our little friend is going to come back on Wednesday, possibly for dinner. Or, more likely, dinner and a show.