A poem:
There’s snow on the car, there’s snow on the trees.
There’s always snow in the backyard after I sneeze
Inspired by Lying on Things by Dennis Lee.
The problem is I’m not four or five or something. I’m only three and a half, which is still pretty little.”
When I grow up I am going to marry a prince.
And will you be a princess then?
No. I will be a prince too. And we will fight bad guys together.