A Princess Story

We are well-versed in princess stories in this house - those with princes, those with dragons, and those with pirates. We read them, we tell them, we act them, and we can't get enough of them. Well, Megan and Bridget can't, anyway.

Here's a princess story from yesterday:

Once upon a time, in a not-so-far-away land, four little princesses woke up to find something very strange peeking through the window -- something very strange indeed. It was the sun! Now, these little princesses don't see the sun very much unless they travel very far in the car or very far in an airplane. You see, these little princesses live in a very foggy little town. So, when they saw this magical sun peeking through their curtains, they just had to go outside and explore!

They ran to their mommy, the beautiful queen, and asked if they could go outside, and she granted them their wish.



What more could four little princesses ask for?

And, the queen got to sit in the sun and drink a cup of coffee.

They all lived happily ever after, until someone had a meltdown/injury/spit-up incident/poopy diaper/the fog rolled back in.

Why does the story always have to come to an end?