At the Oscars

Our little actress has been hamming it up for her adoring fans (mummy and daddy, grandpa and grandma and auntie leia). Act 1 starts with cough and sneeze imitations, the prologue, Act 2 has the loud shouts of banana, umbrella, shower-wower, dog, bird etc etc, interspersed with winking eyes and hand gestures. Act 3 is the tragedy: the imitation of her cousin crying (unfortunately)ending with giggles. Act 4 is the imitation of sleep where the little ham puts her head on the floor and plays dead. i guess the seed doesn't fall far from the acting tree! she makes me not want to go to work. why teach drama when i have my mini-show at home every day! now to train her not to do her curtain calls at 5am when mummy really wants to be supportive, but can't muster opening the eyes. anyone wants to employ a really short actress?