I overheard a conversation the other day between Calliope (who was sitting outdoors on a blanket dressed in one of her many princess costumes and playing with dolls) and some random boy who was at least a year older and a head taller than she.
Boy: You're not a princess.
Calliope: Yes, I am.
Boy: You're not a REAL princess.
Calliope (puts down dolls, stands up, and actually flicks her hair at this kid): I have long hair like a princess, and I have a princess dress, so I AM a princess.
Boy: (Silence.)
I have never before been so proud to have a little princess for a daughter.
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