With the wave of my magic mommy wand,
her coach was ready to whisk her off to the
FairyTale Ball
Where she danced with unending enthusiasm,
ate sweets and made merry, hosted several tea parties,
Hobnobbed with royalty, befriended dragons
and finally
and finally
. . . fell in love with prince charming
Upon her return at the stroke of midnight she sat me down on the stair, patted my shoulder and said, "It's okay, mom. Daddy isn't your prince anymore. He's my prince now."
Perhaps I should have gone with them!?
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