...there was a beautiful princess.
Lately, every night when I'm rocking her Sara asks me to tell her a story "about da pawk." It always features a beautiful princess (you'll never guess what her name is) and her Papa and her Mama. The beautiful princess climbs and swings, slides and runs and jumps. She has the best time ever, as you can imagine.
The story always ends with the princess coming home for supper, then taking her bath. She and her mama rock and say prayers and then it's time for sleep.
Amazingly creative, I know.
Oh -- and so you don't think this is just a fairy tale, you can see here what I spied out the window this afternoon.
Lovely, yes? I'd call that a beautiful princess to be sure.