In my daily writing quest,
nap time glows with promise.
It's a quiet blip in a long day of frazzle.
There aren't many quiet blips in my day,
so I try to collect them as carefully as eggs
and use them with frugal sense.
Imagine my crushing disappointment then
to find my two oldest cherubs suddenly done with naps.
In the desperate search for quiet activities that do not involve
tattoos, furniture rearrangement, knives or permanent markers,
I found a book that turns into a dollhouse.
As it lacked people, we spent some happy time inventing the Small family.
Millie Small and her brood of seven children:
Ellie, Ruthie, Kip, James, June, Dahlia and Ivy
live in a shoe.
Millie barely has time to shower once a week,
change diapers and slop porridge on the table.
More on the curious absence of Mr. Small
and Millie's many admirers
Hurray for the Smalls