The little bundle of joy donned a pretty, oversized, play dress. For her royal cape, she tied about her neck the strings of mommy’s apron positioning the bow underneath her chin. To top off the costume, she perched a piece of cardboard that had been fashioned into the likeness of a crown on her head. She checked her reflecton in the mirror. She did look like a little princess, she thought.
Mother had begun her day’s work at the kitchen sink, washing up the breakfast dishes.
Her little one entered the room fleet of foot and running. She ran to the living room and returned to run several times around the kitchen table.
Curious as to what brought on the running exercise, Mother asked, “Sweetie, why are you running so much?”
Without stopping, the little princess panted out her dilemma with concern, “A handsome prince asked me to marry him and I don’t want to!”