"When I grow up, I want to be a princess. Just like in the cartoons."
"Of course you can be a princess, Robyn. You can be one right now if you'd like."
"I can? OK! I'll tell mom and then go get started."
That should keep her busy for the afternoon. From my office, I heard the rustling of papers and pens. Drawers opening and shutting; probably for the retrieval of dress up clothes or art supplies.
A good hour passed before seeing her again.
"See? Look at my dress! All princesses have a beautiful dress to wear. And here's my stuffed giraffe, Gerald. All princesses need an animal who can talk to them.
And here's my radio so we can all sing about me when we are supposed to. Oh, here's your crown dad...I mean King Dad. And over by the couch is our Kingdom."
"This is impressive! What did mommy think of all this?"
"She didn't have time to see it all. Remember dad: all princesses need a stepmother to be mean to them."
"Robyn. Where is your mother?"