“Mommy, when is Daddy going to die?” There was not an ounce of fear or sadness in her voice.
“Uh, why do you ask, sweetie?”
“Because then you can marry a king like Roland and I could be like Princess Sophia.”
“She has lots of tiaras…”
I found out yesterday that mine is not the only little girl with patricide fantasies because of that stupid Disney cartoon.
Truthfully, I am a bit relieved.