“Mommie, when you were Cinderella, Daddy carried you.”
“When I was Cinderella?”
“Uh-huh. You had on that dress that was like this.” With his hands David draws an invisible rectangle from his waist to the floor.
“When was I wearing a dress like that?”
“In that picture. And Daddy’s carrying you. Like a baby.”
Finally the light comes on. “Oh, you’re talking about the pictures from our wedding that we were looking at yesterday. From the day Daddy and Mommie got married. Yes, there’s a picture of Daddy picking me up and carrying me. It’s just something silly people do when they get married.”
“Yeah, and you were Cinderella.”
“Oh, well, I’m just wearing my fancy wedding dress, I wasn’t — You know what? I was Cinderella. Yes, yes I was.”
At least someone in this house recognizes my royal status!