January 13, 2010
The former Queen of England was bound to show up at our house sooner or later. I had been hoping for later.
She arrived yesterday afternoon in the middle of a play date.
"MOM!" my daughter yelled from the top of the stairs. "Come up here now!"
Thinking that someone either was hurt or had discovered a large stash of gold coins hidden in the floorboards, I ran from the kitchen to the upstairs bathroom.
"Listen up," my daughter told me upon my arrival. "If you turn off all the lights and say 'Bloody Mary' three times at the same time that you're looking into a mirror...you'll see a bloody face!"
"That's fantastic," I said flatly and glared at my daughter's friend, who has an older sister in fifth grade.
"Do you want to see Bloody Mary?" asked my daughter hopefully.
"No thanks," I replied, but it was too late. I had already been pulled into the bathroom against my will. Someone closed the door fast behind me.
After being properly summoned, Bloody Mary did in fact appear. The cranky queen had a noticeably slimy shoulder (her baby has a runny nose) and was holding a soup ladle dripping with, appropriately enough, spaghetti sauce.
I am compelled by nerdiness to point out that the connection between Mary I of England and the super fun "Bloody Mary" bathroom mirror game is rooted in folklore and urban legend, not fact.
Has Bloody Mary paid you a visit yet? When? How?