I was doing some chores recently when my 3-year-old, Beth, strode into the room with an angry scowl on her face. The following conversation ensued:
Dad: “What’s wrong? Why do you look so angry?”
Beth: “I’m not angry. I’m tough. I’m a tough princess.”
Dad: “Uh-oh. Are you going to be tough with me?”
Beth: “Maybe. I’m a tough princess. Even my butterflies are tough.”
Dad: “Tough butterflies? I don’t have any of those. Should I get some?”
Beth: “If you want. But my butterflies can beat up your butterflies.”
So, guys… let me know if you have any tough butterflies. I’m in the market.
(photo from bpcraddock @ stock.xchng)