Kim Neville

And now I must eat my words, because this morning Cassandra announced that she would like to be a princess for Halloween. Not a hammer. Maybe, a hammer next year.

I puzzled over the sudden change until a friend pointed out the cause, which in retrospect is obvious. When I showed her the half-finished hammerhead, we had the following conversation:

Cass: Oh, I think it looks kind of like a hammer.

Me: Thanks. Do you like it?

Cass: Yes. So…can I hammer stuff now?

Me: With your head?

Cass: Yes.

Me: No. No, you can’t.

Then she gave me a disappointed look, took off the hammer head and wandered away. After that, enthusiasm for her costume waned. And who can blame her? What fun is it having a hammer for a head if you can’t use it to hit stuff? At least if she’s a princess she can be sparkly.