Washing dishes, thinking about 55 words, I look up and catch a garish pink hue reflected in the window.
I'm still wearing the gaudy, hot pink crown adorned with fake jewels, my very own eight year old pretend princess, plonked on my head an hour ago.
By her hand, all is right in my day!
Her crown is sparkly emerald green and looks much better on her pretty head than mine does on me. But hey, I do look kinda cute!
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