At least once a day, Rose comes up to me and says “I’m a princess, Mommy! You be a prince.”
I always thought I was a girl. I mean, I managed to give birth to two children. Shouldn’t this be physical evidence that I’m more princess material instead of prince material?
But I comply. Being a prince means dancing with her while singing “Once Upon a Dream” from “Sleeping Beauty”. I’m a mezzo-soprano, so I’m not sure how this makes me a prince. I’ll be a nice Mommy and let her call me one though.
After weeks of being a prince, I was thrilled the other day when she declared “You be Dora, Mommy. I be Boots.”
I’m still not sure what this particular game entails, but I’m happy to be a girl again.