Three year old daughter acting up in a restaurant this afternoon. Child extricated before meal arrives. Time out on the sidewalk bench in front of the bistro. Three year old pouting, arms crossed.
“You know, you can’t be a princess if you don’t use your manners.”
“Why I can’t?”
“Because princesses are nice to everyone. Ariel, Jasmine, Cinderella…they always use their best manners.”
“Well, Daddy, I am a mean, mean princess.”
“Princesses are good. How can you be a princess if you are mean? There’s no such thing.”
Three year old thinking hard for a long beat. Then, softly, wearily, as if sad for me:
“Silly, Daddy. You just don’t know princess things.”
In for a bumpy ride with this one.