Whoever invented Cinderella should be drug out into the street and shot. The past 6 months, Madelyn breathes, eats, and lives Cinderella. We act it all, all day, every day--she has me play the step-sister role and I pretend to grab her dress and necklace...then she runs away pretending to cry in the garden. I then have to say Bibbi-di Bobbi-di Boo where she jumps up pretending to wear a beautiful gown. It's out of control. We've really got to move on to something bigger and better--why can't we play Napoleon Dynamite every day--now that would be fun. =)
