Off With Their Heads

“Mommy? Is my tiara on upside down again?”

I let out a long sigh of resignation.

“No, sweetie. It’s right side up. And …

And it looks lovely.”

She skips over to the mirror to admire herself.

“I’m being a princess.”

“That’s fine, Irene. You can pretend to be a princess if you want.”

“I can? Even though you don’t like princesses alive?”

. . .

I don’t think I’m quite as radical as she thinks I am.