Who cares if my prince will come?

My parents thought that I was a pretty "butch" girl, since I loved Thomas the Tank Engine, could identify all makes of cars (I shocked Daddy when I could distinguish between a new and old model Prius), and seemed pretty disinterested in dresses. Well, my parents spoke too soon! I am officially immersed in the princess phase, and love all things princess. (Well, my favorite princess is Cinderella and all the other ones I tolerate for now.) My parents believe that it is an influence from preschool since they never mentioned them before. Whatever the source, I enjoy pretending to be Cinderella, dancing with "Prince Daddy", and then running screaming away from him while dropping my slipper. But I still like playing with cars and watching trains, so my parents think I'm pretty balanced nonetheless.

In my version of the story, Cinderella and the Prince drive off in a 1973 1/2 Porsche!