Looking for Princes

From the myspace archives.

Looking for Princes
(written on April 25, 2007)

I've written before about how my daughter insists that she needs to marry her brother because he is a prince and she is a princess and princesses must marry a prince. Well, I was getting ready for work in the morning, and the following conversation started with my daughter:

"Mommy, you's a beautiful princess."
"Thank you, baby. You're a beautiful princess too!"
"Mommy, princesses marry princes."
"Yes, they do."
"You need to marry a big, big, big prince betause you're a big, big, big lady."
"Gee, thanks. Uh-huh."
"And I need to marry a lil prince betause I'm a lil guwal."
"Well, you can wait until you're big to get married."
"But I tan marry my bruda."
From the other room comes an indignant "NO!" from the said brother.
"BUT YOU'S A PRINCE! I HAVE TO MARRY A LIL PRINCE!" screams back the little princess.
"NOOOO!"
"Honey, girls do not marry their brothers."
"But princesses do!"
The little princess ignores the last comment, saying: "You tan marry my daddy betause he's a big prince and you's a big princess."
"I don't think so, honey."
"But why? He's a prince!"
Not wanting to explain the why to my 3-year-old, I resorted to her level. "But Daddy's not my brother."
"Oooohhhh . . . Then you tan marry Pappy."
"But Pappy's married to Nana."
"Well, we got to find you a big prince." With that she left the room.

And off we go . . .