Max: Dragons eat stars. That's why they breathe fire.
Max: I'm a dragon. You're my princess.
Me: What's Daddy?
Max: He's an ogre.
Max: (adjusting my plastic headband so that it fits like a circlet) Mommy, do you have a real crown?
Me: (pausing) Yes, I do.
Max: Thought so. Go get it.
I rummage through the closet to find an eighteen year old tiara and present it to my son.
Max: Let me put it on you. (He crowns me.) That's better. I love you, Princess Mommy.
Me: I love you, too, my little dragon.
Who says being Prom Queen doesn't have real life applications?