My youngest grandchild, who will soon be eight thinks she is a princess. Only her older sister discourages her from this belief. The school play is in several weeks and she has been coveting the role of flight attendant . She has been gnawing her fingers just waiting for the roles to be parcelled out.

When the fatal day arrived, she barely made it to the car before bursting into tears. She crys a lot about ever frustration but her pride wouldn't let her cry at school.
Her role is that of a tree. Papa Ted couldn't resist saying,"a
weeping willow, no doubt." This from her best-loved
grand parent caused the tears to flow even more freely.

She plans to be sick the day of the play. I advised her to be the very best tree she could be but that didn't help at all.
Neither did the home made rice crispy treats that I had made for the girls after school snack.

Discovering that you don't always get what you want is just a part of life. I had forgotten how painful these disappointments were as a child. Growing up is hard to do.
I am ashamed to say that when she told us that she would be a tree, Ted, Adrienne and I had to try hard to supress our
laughter.