Tonight when I was putting Abrielle to bed, she said that she was not really a princess. “Princess’ live in a castle and this is not a castle. See, this is a house. And a castle has a pink roof and our roof is brown. Some roofs are pink and some are brown. A princess lives in a tower and is up high, and my room (looking around her room) is not a tower. Towers have pointy tops and this house does not a a pointy top. A tower is really pointy and is sharp. As sharp as a spiky thorn. Some spiky thorns have poison on them so don’t touch them mommy. Okay, don’t touch spiky things.” Such a funny girl! I had to write this down quick before I forgot it.