Mirror, Mirror on the Wall. . .

This morning, I thought, how appropriate that my enchanting Miss Sunshine was born on the most bewitching of holidays.

She is a little bit magical.

The two of us ran up to the big kids' annual Halloween parade. Threw an old Snow White costume on Sunshine before we left (being Yoda without your supporting cast members is a most unfeminine enterprise).

Literally, as we walked out the door, one foot already in the garage, Sophie implored, "I want apple, mama."

This kid knows her fairy tales.