This went on for a while. So imagine my surprise when the other day she came to me, sat down by me and very solemly said "Mom, I am so sad." *her head bent down, clasping her hands, talking softly* I asked her why and she said Prince Eric didn't want to marry her. I told her I thought they were already married and she said "No, that was just a dream."
Now, being the quick thinker that I am, I responded. "Huh?" She said that in fact they were not married nor did they have a baby. But "Mom, I'm really sad right now. I wanted to marry Prince Eric. I want to have a real baby. I want to fall in love."
Again, my quick thinking provided this gem "Marriage isn't all it's cracked up to be."
Not to be detered by my sage wisdom, she said "I'm going to go call Eric and tell him how I feel." Off to her room she skipped, put on her Princess Dress and made "The Call." I could hear her in her bedroom, "but Eric, I LOVE YOU. I want to marry you."
A few minutes later, she comes skipping out of her room, her demeanor completely changed from five minutes before. I asked her why she was so happy and she said "I talked to Prince Eric and he said wanted to marry me....tonight! He'll be here in two minutes." Then a short minute or so later, she says "The hospital called to tell me I'm going to have a baby in a few minutes." Huh?? This is all happening to fast. My head is spinning. Before I can come up with another good piece of advice, out she comes with her baby, wrapped in a blanket. "Look mom. I have a daughter."
Why oh why can't she just be happy playing with some Lego and reading books like her brother was at this age? :o)
