Watch out Hollywood

Reese has quite the little imagination. If she wasn't so set on being a Princess when she grows up, I'd bet she would make a great actress. She throws herself wholeheartedly into any role she decides to play at the moment. Complete with dramatic little facial expressions. I've got to get that on tape soon.

She enjoys dragging me into her fantasies as well. I am usually assigned the role of evil stepmother, or wicked queen. Doesn't do much for the ol' self esteem I must admit. Every now and then I can persuade her to let me be the fairy godmother.

I still have a fairly good imagination myself, and it's fun to leave the realities of laundry and dirty toilets and dive headfirst into fantasyland. However, I discovered rather quickly that there is really no need for me to use my imagination with my assigned role. Reese already has her story planned out in her head. So she gets to tell me what to say, when to say it, and how to say it. Hmmmm, perhaps she'll be one of those actresses/writers/producers....

That drains all the creative energy right out of me. Every now and then I try and slip in a cute line of my own and I get, "Mooommmmyyy, no. You're supposed to say, 'You can't go to the ball looking like that'. Then wave your wand and I'll turn beautiful." Yawn. Wave of the wand.

The other evening we were all out in the backyard hanging out. David and I were sitting on our little park bench having what resembled an actual adult conversation, when Reese popped over and said, "Ok, Mommy...Daddy, you two be the vampires."

VAMPIRES?! What? Where in the world had she seen vampires? My first thought was to yell at David for letting her watch filth on TV. But I was just too tired to even do that, so I said, "Vampires? I don't want to play that game" and got up to go inside.

David calmly drew my attention to the little plastic bat and ball she had in her hand and explained, "She meant umpires...".