My Child Knows Her Mother
Thus, I have three days to make her a Jane Austen costume. With bonnet.
The trouble, of course, is that I can do it. And she knows it. (Four years in the theatre department, including several shows I saw only from the belly of the costume shop...I can handle a single muslin round gown). So I went out and got a light figured calico, and cut the fabric tonight. I'm not making her a bonnet, but I will make her a cap, which is a simpler thing. And of course, she knew I'd be tickled that she'd chosen Austen.
And it could be worse. One of her friends, a tiny, delicate girl whose family is from India, is reporting on Martin Luther King!