Housewife: Must be the babysitter!
Daughter #1: Mom! Some girls are here!
Housewife: (aside) Not another fundraiser... (to her daughter) What do they want?
Daughter #1: I dunno...
Son #2: (eagerly) They're selling cupcakes.
Housewife: (aside) I am not getting up from this machine. (sighing, to son) Tell them they have to come in.
Enter the babysitter, a woman in her 20's.
Housewife: Stephanie, what do they want?
Stephanie: They're selling cupcakes.
Enter two teenaged girls.
Girl #1: We're selling cupcakes.
Housewife: Do I have to pay you now?
Girl #2: (timidly) Yes...
Housewife: (loud sigh, shaking head) Girls, I'm Cinderella, and I've got to finish this dress for the ball.
Son #2: I've got money, Mom!
Housewife: You want to buy cupcakes? (He nods his head.) Then go get your money.
Girl #1: We've got red velvet, vanilla......(The din of running, playing children obliterates the sound of her voice.) What kind would you like?
Housewife: You'll have to ask the buyer.
Housewife: That's your dad! Somebody answer the phone!
Son #1 answers phone. Son #2 returns with money. He orders cupcakes. Girls depart. Son #1 hangs up phone.
Son #1: Dad's on his way home.
Housewife: (rising triumphantly from her chair and shaking out the dress) Good! And my dress is complete!
|Before: skirt is floor length|
|The Dashing Duo|
|In front of my favorite rose bush|