The Very Worst Thing

As I slowly folded my way through the laundry mountain on my bed, I overheard the voices of the kids playing down the hall.

"Xander, if Zoe touches you once, you turn into pee pee," announced Guy, holding his makeshift weapons that are, of course, only expected to be found on monster-fighting heroes. (Wait a minute... the monster is named 'Zoe'? And how is it that he knows how to build weapons from cardboard tubes when I specifically avoided buying guns, knives, scimitars, and battleaxes?)

"And if she touches you again, you turn in to poo poo," he adds. Zoe, giggling and screaming gleefully, doesn't mind being the harbinger of toilet evils. Or perhaps she doesn't understand English very well yet. Xander's screeches would indicate that perhaps he has already been transmogrified into a flushable waste product.

Reaching for something white and cottony from the foothills of Mt. Saint Underwear, I leaned toward the door, so as not to miss the final proclamation.

"And if she touches you a third time, you turn into A PRINCESS!!!" Laughing and giggling (and...is that the sound of unauthorized bouncing-on-the-bed?) indicated that Zoe might not be the only daughter for much longer if this game keeps up.

So there you have it. When your day looks bad and you feel like poo, remember that it could be worse. Much, much worse. You could be.... a princess.