A tacky gold crown and bright red bow topped her brown curls. A faux velvet gown barely disguised the pajamas she wore underneath. Her clear plastic high-heeled shoes bore Snow White's face, but made more noise than a Clydesdale as Alexis clomp-clomp-clomped into the room.
"Hi Grumpy," the Snow White impersonator said.
"Why am I Grumpy?" I asked.
"Because I'm Snow White and you're my dwarf," she continued.
"Oh," I said. "I don't want to be Grumpy. Can I be Happy instead?"
The Snow White impersonator thought for a moment and then said, "I guess."
"Hi, Happy!" the Snow White impersonator said. Apparently we were starting the conversation all over again.
"Hi, Snow White," I said, so as to play along.
The Snow White impersonator fell silent as she stared at me. After a long moment of squinty-eyed study, she said, "You don't look like Happy."
"But I feel like Happy," I said.
"No," she said.
"Well, I can't be Grumpy because daddy is Grumpy," I replied.
"Yeah, Daddy is Grumpy," she agreed.
She thought some more. And some more. And some more.
"Mommy, you be Sleepy Dwarf. THAT is who you look like," she said.
Gee, I wonder if the Snow White impersonator who wanders the halls at all hours of the night has anything to do with THAT?
