My five-year-old daughter and her five-year-old cousin, playing with their Pretty Ponies yesterday afternoon:
Mary Rose: We're going to the ball. There's a prize for the first one at the ball, and I got it.
Lydia: No, I got it! It's a gold saddle.
Mary Rose: I got a silver bridle. With jewels.
Lydia: Well, I'm going over here.
Mary Rose: No, you can't, that's where I'm marrying my Prince.
Lydia: Well, I already married my Prince, and he's handsome.
Mary Rose: My Prince is nice.
Lydia: My Prince is handsome and nice....
June 2, 2000
"Objections, digressions, gay mistrust, the delight in mockery are signs of health: everything unconditional belongs in pathology."