Mommy, I don’t want to be a ballerina anymore.”
“Okay, sweets, what do you want to be?”
“I want to be a princess.”
“Well then, you’d better marry a prince,” I thought but didn’t say.
Not until a week later did it strike me:
Maybe she means she wants to be a beauty queen.
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Read my thoughts on the matter at The Mirror and let me know yours.