Pretty as a Princess

While showering this morning, I detected a presence outside the frosted glass door. This is not an unusual occurrence, but what was unusual about this visit was that it was not accompanied by shouted accusations against a sibling.

As I exited the stall still dripping, I saw something on the bath mat and quickly stepped to the side to avoid it. There awaiting me was a collage created with the Disney princess art kit our daughter had received from one set of grandparents for her birthday. Festooned with princess stickers and stamps, it had obviously taken some time to create.

I picked it up, dabbed dry the spots where I'd dripped on it, and set it on the counter, then leaned out the bathroom door to look for the artist. I found her, grinning, in our bedroom.

"Did you make this for me?!" I asked.

"Yes," she said, and gave me a kiss.

"It's just beautiful!" I said. Then, wanting to emphasize that it was beautiful not because of all the princesses but because of the one who'd put it together, I decided to ask some questions along the line of beauty.

"Who do you think is more beautiful, Cinderella or Mommy?" I asked, still wrapped in a towel, my hair disheveled and damp.

She looked at me for a long moment, squinted her eyes just a bit in thought, and said, "You, when your hair is dry."