Me: Who is Daddy?
Becca: He's the prince.
Me: Who am I?
Becca: You're a catfish.
This morning she woke up and said, "I need to put on a dress so I can get married to a prince and ride in a carriage."
GAAAAAAH. A giant chunk of my soul just died. And then I bought these babies and the teensy remaining portion of my soul shriveled up into a little charred piece of black soot.
Fake Crocs with princesses. God help us.