My sister is talking to her 2-year-old daughter Klubnikis.
“Is Klubnikis a princess?”
“Yes!”
“Is Mommy a princess?”
“Yes!”
“Is Daddy a princess?”
“No!”
“Why isn’t Daddy a princess?”
“Because he is a boy!”
Maybe I shouldn’t have children, after all, because my first automatic response is, “Well, Daddy can be a princess if that’s who he wants to be.” There is nothing worse than a preachy parent.

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