Me: Ella, please come in to help set the table for dinner. Ella: I am not [Ella]. I am Queen Chila. Me: Queen Chila? Ella: Yes. I am a ruler of a far-away land. Me: I see. And what brings you to my kitchen? Ella: I am on vacation here. Vacation from all my problems. […]
How long until we were buried up to our necks in My Little Ponies and pieces of discarded popcorn and semi-functional markers without lids? Not long, I assert, not long at all.