This morning we went out and bought G's Halloween costume.
Since then, I have been playing hostess to Cleopatra, Queen of Egypt.
Cleopatra isn't a bad Queen, but she's a bit imperious and sadly ignorant of the things of modern life. She has consented to partake of the foreign delicacy we call "ramen," and since I'm unfortunately short on dancing girls and musicians to entertain her during her repast, she's making do with an episode of the Backyardigans. It's raining today, and she just looked out the window and commented, "Ah, this must be the wet season."
Lucky for her we don't live too close to the banks of the Nile.