“Get into bed with Mommy?” Poppy asks when I go in to wake her. She requests this most mornings.
I crawl into bed next to her and ask her the usual. “How did you sleep? Did you have sweet dreams?”
She giggles. Then she says:
Did you see that silly Baby Bear? Baby Bear was flying! He was flying to Bert. Bert was so close! That silly Baby Bear was upside-down and down.
My dear husband, Nerdly McNerdilson, was showing me a few things that he’d like from the BBC America Shop. One of them was a remote control Dalek (“Unleash terror in all directions with this deluxe machine mutant!”). In the sidebar, BBC America offered a few other items the average “Doctor Who” fan might enjoy.
Apparently, the average “Doctor Who” fan is a pretty, pretty princess.
Behold:
That’s right. It seems the Daleks will be inviting us to tea, with this “charming pink gingham play set.”
The whole point of The Great Interview Experiment was that you shouldn’t have to be A Somebody to be interviewed. Which is a good thing, because although I am somebody, I’m not A Somebody, in the celebrity sense of the word.
So without further ado, here’s my interview.