Last night, as we were waiting for her toothbrush, I started telling our little miss fairy tales. I told of the time Princess Rori wanted an apple and her prince found a way to bring her one, of when she had lost her crown and he once again appeared to retrieve it for her, and later, when she couldn't find her way, how he had guided her home and was awarded with a kiss.
She laughed and laughed and begged for more, and I promised her more another day. And after her teeth were brushed and her prayers were said, I thought to ask her who the prince was.
Daddy, the prince was daddy.
Of course. Why did I even need to ask....