How to test for a witch

Disney has entered our house, in the form of Cinderella, and YouTube.

When the snows hit, and we were all trapped inside for days on end, except for the brief respite when we would flee outside for a few minutes for Tahlia to gobble up snow-cones made out of real snow and flavored with, well, snow and dash around tossing snowballs at Asher, who would laugh madly every time a white sphere would crash into him or at Daddy, who would scream in pain at the nearest touch of snow, we finally succumbed to Walt and his Disney magic. It started off simply, innocently, and from a book.

The kids had received Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs as well as Cinderella in book form. Both children were drawn to the dwarfs and wanted to know more about this song with the "Hi" and the "Ho." So Daddy, yes, the no T.V. enforcer, had the bright idea of turning to the internet to show his kids what the dwarfs sound like. He found an adorable short where the Dwarfs hammered and picked away at a mountain that seemed to hemorrhage jewels. The Dwarfs gleefully hi hoed and hi hoed. It was only a few minutes. Then a few minutes for Snow White. Then just the first Cinderella, max ten minutes. Well, the first and the second -- probably twenty minutes and four seconds. There was an agreement about after nap and more. Until one day, the snow was too great, and the cold was to severe, and the madness had set in that the full movie, in approximately ten minute intervals was watched.

Tahlia started wondering about the movie. "Why do the mice call her Cinderelli?" "Why does she like the cat?" "Why does Gus say 'Happy Birthday'?"

But, the focus quickly settled on the ugly stepsisters, specifically, their singing in contrast to Cinderella's.

"Sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale, ah aha ah aha ahhhhh."

Now, if it is Cinderella, you can just imagine the cherubic sound created by her heavenly voice.

However, if it is one of the stepsisters, or, dare I say it, the mean stepmother, the sound is soul wrenching. For there is nothing good about those individuals in the story, even their voice.

Soon, a game arose that Cinderella would be at the door, and we would have to check to make sure it was really Cindrella.

Tahlia, of course, does a flawless rendition of both the princess, of which she is often one, and the evil trio.

But, suddenly, unexpectedly, at dinner the other night the game changed.

At the dinner table, as dishes were near empty, the game began. But, suddenly, Asher wanted to play.

"Not Not." He says as he knocks on the table.

"Who's there."

"Dindella." He says looking around.

"Cinderella, can you sing 'Sweet Nightingale' so I can make sure you're a real princess?"

And in his most beautiful voice he sings, "ring nigh-en-ale, ring nigh-en-ale, ahhhhahhhhahhhahhhah." His small little mouth expanding into the larges "O" possible.

And he is pleased when his Daddy and sister determine he sounds just like a little princess and he is allowed entry.