Ana is on a royalty kick.

Today, she told me very seriously that since dragons don't exist (I had to put *something* in her lunch letter, so I told her about a dragon I saw, sue me!), princesses don't exist either. (I signed myself as the Pepper Princess, because she keeps teasing me that I always just sign my name.)

Well, I said, they do exist, and kings and queens and princes too.

She grudgingly agreed, but I'm not sure she believed me, because she repeated the line when she came home, and then said she wanted to see a picture of a prince.

Well, there are scads of royal families still around, so I called my mother and explained the situation and asked her to print out some pictures. But, I warned Ana, she's going to be disappointed, because kings and queens and all? They don't look like they do in the fairy tale books. (I still remember the first time I saw the king of Belgium (on TV), and I didn't even believe it! This was back when I still sorta thought that French speakers had to translate all their thoughts from English before speaking, and wasn't sure why they went through the effort, so I guess that puts me at about Ana's age at the time.)