A story.
A couple of weekends ago, I was enjoying the beautiful morning when out of nowhere a little girl appeared.
She said “My name is Sarina, Princess of Roses.”
I had a hard time believing her so I told her to prove it. Sarina ordered her “servant” (aka Mom) to lay on the grass with her.
I was still doubtful. So Sarina then caused petals to fall from the sky.
I shouted, “I BELIEVE YOU! I BELIEVE YOU! Please don’t make me lie in the itchy grass!!!”
Instead she said, “You bore me now. I shall find someone else to entertain me.”
And away she went…