Once upon a time there was a princess. She was lovely and sweet. Her mother, Queen Mama, adored her little princess and allowed the princess to follow her around all day long.
Occasionally, this would include the princess following her mother around her boudoir, watching in amazement as Queen Mama applied her various lotions, potions, creams and powders. Often, though, something different would catch her eye. Princess BBJ simply could not get enough of the differences between her small body and that of her mother's. She would point. She would laugh. She would question. She thought her mother's face was funny. She thought her toes were ridiculous.
The most marvelous thing, though, was her mother's collar bone. She thought that was just about the most bizzarre thing she had ever seen. She would poke her mother's collar bone, and then poke where her collar bone ought to be. Nothing! No bump. No hardness. Just squishy baby.
Someday, Princess BBJ. Someday, you too will have a collar bone. When you are in elementary school you will discover that you can carry oranges around on your shoulders. When you are in high school, you will discover how to dress yourself to show off your best features and hide the ones you don't like. (The Queen held out hope that her daughter would inherit her lovely wrists.)
As the Princess poked and laughed and question, Queen Mama dreamed of the future, while still being unwilling to let go of the past.
The end.
thats a really cute story!
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