My six-year-old daughter is going surfing. With a considerable help from her mother, she is putting on a neoprene boot. It’s not an easy task, so she notes:
– You know, it’s just like “Cinderella”…
Then, she becomes lost in thought. My wife asks:
– What are you dreaming about?
– A prince. On a beautiful horse.
– …
I am starting to get a bit worried, so I ask:
– Why are you dreaming of a prince on a horse?
– I just love horses…
I feel better.
