Imagine my surprise when I woke up this morning to the sounds of whizzing snowballs flying past my bedroom window! This was followed by shrieks of alarm and whoops of joy. Could it be that there was a snowball fight going on outside? Sure enough, when I looked out the window, I could see several of the dolls, dressed in their winter snow clothes, hurling snowballs at each other. Tommy had fashioned a pile of snowballs and was lobbing them at several of the girls, whose captain appeared to be Emmy. She was shouting orders and attempting to marshal her troops! Olivia was in tears and Esme was trying to comfort her. I decided that input was probably needed from moi, so I grabbed my bathrobe, slippers, and camera and ran outside. After order was restored, I began the interrogation.
Of course, Emmy had to tell me her side of the story and how she was only defending herself. It was all Tommy's fault. "Right." I said. I turned to Esme and Lia: "Is that the way it went down?"
"Well..." said Lia. "Tommy threw a snowball at Olivia and she started to cry, and then Esme went over and tried to make her feel better."
"It's OK. Olivia, I won't tell how you emptied a bucket of snow on Tommy's head."
"OK, maybe I did put snow on Tommy but he ambushed us with a whole pile of snowballs!" I turned to Bella and said: "So it was Tommy's idea to get dressed and run outside and play in the snow?"
"Actually, she said,"It was Susie's idea. Brrr! My hands are cold!" Hmmm....seems like the buck is being passed....I looked over at Susie:
Tommy rose gallantly to Susie's defence: "It was my idea--it's boring to be inside all day. And Olivia deserved it. She dumped a bucket of snow on me and I only hit her with one teensy snowball!"
"It wasn't quite that way," said Emmy. It was closer to five "teensy snowballs."
"I wanted to go outside, too. We all did! We were just having fun."
"Even when you and Tommy rolled on the ground and got covered with snow?" asked Bella.
Emmy looked at Bella. "No, silly, we were making snow angels. I'll show you how to do it if you want to make one," said Emmy. Tommy rolled his eyes and shifted from one foot to the other.
"Blah, girls! They always tell on me."
Then they all started running to places where the snow had not been disturbed to make snow angels. A few more snowballs were thrown. There were more squeals and shrieks. Finally I was able to get them to line up for a group photo:
All of them except Emmy and Bella, who were still off making snow angels. Then the girls decided they wanted their own photo:
Wait a minute--where is Emmy? Probably busy making snowballs so she can ambush Tommy.....I give up. Let the snowballs fly!
(The wonderful sweater, hat, and skirt worn by Emmy in this little story was knitted by Heidi Bakes, a master knitter/designer. Tommy is actually Katie, who makes a great boy because of her short haircut!)