So my day of rest turned into a regular day of being mom with the kiddos. My friend got sick and called this morning to reschedule, and so I settled into a day of tea parties, drawing letters with Aaron, and playing Mercy’s new favorite game: “Mommy, be the Prince…”
The other day Mercy and I were playing and for some reason I started pretending like I was the Prince in the Cinderella story and Mercy pretended to be Cinderella. Now, this could be a fun exchange, what with all the dancing and singing and marrying, but unfortunately the part of the story that has especially caught my daughter’s imagination is the part where I, the Prince, am at the ball (standing in the living room) looking wistfully about, wondering aloud if I will ever meet the girl of my dreams.
I told my mom this morning that the first time I did this I must have done or said something very entertaining, because it is THE ONLY THING that Mercy wants to do now. And her expectations of the duration of my wistful living room musings have increased exponentially. So while I exhaust every ounce of my theatrical abilities exploring the Prince’s anguish, Mercy stands in the hallway out of sight with this giant grin on her face, occasionally peeking out, only to then duck her head back behind the wall. She will seriously wait fifteen minutes, and I challenge ANYONE to come up with a fifteen minute soliloquy for this guy!
By the time she does finally emerge and we dance and fall in love and get married, I am ready to collapse on the couch. And all she can say is: “Mommy, be the Prince…”
UPDATE:Â So just now I made an attempt at an abbreviated version of “Mommy, be the Prince.” Mercy just looked at me when I finished and said: “No, Mommy, be the WHOLE Prince!”