Queen Daphne

My three year old friend came to visit today. This is what we did.

Read books. "There's a Nightmare In My Closet" by Mercer Mayer was her favorite. I sent her home with it. She also liked the board book with "I'm a Little Teapot" and the "Itsy Bitsy Spider". I heard her singing the teapot song with her own words, while looking at the pictures. It went something like this 'I'm a teapot, spout spout spout, here are my arms, here's my other arm.' I read "Sarah, Plain and Tall" quietly to myself. It didn't have enough pictures for her liking.

We made finger print people. We made fans. We made tables out of playdough using the stubby colored pencils for legs.

She played with the Marushka dolls. Today she showed me a commercial for Higglety Town Heroes, so now I understand her fascination with them a bit more.

I created pictures out of rubberstamps, index cards and colored pencils. She taped foam hearts to my dining room wall. I have six. Green, blue, purple, yellow, pink and orange. She said I have to leave them up until the next time she comes. I hope she comes back tomorrow.

She played with the dress up clothes. She was Queen Daphne. I had to do everything she said. This is nothing new, as that is how it usually goes. Except, I do draw the line with her squirting my artificial sugar down the drain.

Somehow she got ahold of my diabetes monitor. She wanted to play with it. That was a NO also, but, I did show her how it works. She was APPALLED. 'You have to make yourself BLEED?? - I don't want to play with THIS anymore! - Don't you make ME bleed!!'

The best part was blowing bubbles in the back yard. The weather was kind of iffy, which meant that we never knew which way the bubbles would blow. She was having trouble with the wind blowing the wispy strands of hair that had escaped her pony tail. She disappeared into the house claiming that she needed her hair thing. Hmm. She returned with Queen Daphne's mink hat. So, I blew bubbles with Queen Daphne and her mink hat on the hottest most humid day yet this year. Her final act as queen was to dump the bubbles down the steps. On purpose. Queens can do that, you know. Well, they CAN'T at my house, so the afternoon went down hill from there.

We watched Barney. Her Mom and aunt came to pick her up.

It was a great day. I'm tired.