“Out!” I said, “Before I get the swatter!”
“If you do, I’ll pee in your cocoa,” she said.
“It’s not cocoa. It’s hot chocolate.”
“Then I’ll pee in your hot chocolate.”
"Whatever.”
“What d’you mean, ‘Whatever’?” she said.
I reached down and picked up a marshmallow.
“Where’d you get that hat?” I asked.
“I knitted it myself. I make all my stuff.”
“Where’s the rest of your clothes?”
“Behind the cup. Turn around and I’ll get dressed.”
“First you bathe in my hot chocolate. Then you threaten to pee in it. Now you’re telling me what to do in my own kitchen!”
“Just turn around. I’m gonna get dressed and become human-sized.”
“You can do that?” I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “Turn around!”
I dutifully turned around and loudly whistled “Daisy, Daisy.”
“You can turn around,” she said.
She stood there, human sized, about five feet tall, wearing a onesie.”
“You look nice,” I said. “You wanna drink that hot chocolate?”
“Sure, she said. “Wait a minute, though. I gotta go pee.”