"Why sure, sweetheart."

"Once upon a time there was a sweet girl, just like you, that dreamed of being swept away by her Prince Charming, into a magical life that could only be dreamed of."

"I like that picture Mommy! She's so Pretty!"

"Yes, she is my Darling, just like you!"

The story goes on, just like the last twenty five times its been read, with the favorite pictures displayed when requested, leading up to the familiar exclaimation, "Mommy, I'm tired"

You close the book, and settle in for a few minutes of together time.

Those big sleepy eyes get heavier, as she hangs on for just a bit more of the bonding moments, and you melt when you look at that perfect, tiny little nose, the lips, and that rag-a- muffin hair.

"I love you, Mommy."

Your little Princess drifts off to sleep, as you close the door, dreaming of Prince Charming, and ice cream, and cake.

 (you, a self satisfied sigh)

You look across the living room at your Prince Charming, Darth Vader, and and say,

"Get yer own supper, asshole! I'm gonna cut Ann Romneys tits off on the blog."