Revenge of the Fairies

Today was the fairy tea party at the library, the event that I stood in line for an HOUR to get tickets for (so humiliating). The tea party itself was fun and all, but the best part was the after-party play. It was fairy tea party land at our house for hours afterward. At dinner, Fairy M was our helpful fairy and insisted on climbing on the shelves in the pantry to get out dishes for all of us, and served us tea at the table (out of an old yogurt container), and ran to get towels when things were spilled at the table (multiple times), and referred to her father as King of the Fairies, or sometimes just Your Majesty. Then when the girls and I were picking up their very messy art table and Marmot Dad was sitting on the couch, she solemnly observed that "the Fairy King is a lazy king."

It was charming to see the little girls dressed up in their finery. E did not wear a plastic bag tied to her front (as she did to school last week), but she did wear a gold sash around her elbows (???), and M insisted on wearing only one glass slipper . . . you know, like Cinderella . . . making her sound like Peg-leg Pete as she clomped through the library. M's dress turned out just fine despite the fact that I finally gave up on the zipper bottom that wouldn't come straight and just wadded up some fabric and sewed over it until it lay flat.

Perhaps their favorite part of the tea party was when we went downstairs to the library and they each got to choose about five books and we read them ALL right there on the library couch for about an hour with no little brother climbing on us or escaping somewhere.

I'd better go see what His Majesty is up to.