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All the Pretty Little Horses, I mean Elephants.

Princess Amália of the Moon and Stars and her favorite friend, Charlie Crow.

Princess Amália of the Moon and Stars and her favorite friend, Charlie Crow.

 

Me: (walking into Hank and Molly’s shared bedroom toting a towel draped Molly, clearing my throat loudly) Ah, hum… Presenting for his highness Hank, Prince of Giggles and Warts…

Hank: And warts?

Me: Her Royal Highness Amália, Princess of the Moon and Stars! (muted trumpet heralding sounds)

Hank: (already in his pajamas, already in bed, clapping)

Molly: (wrapped in a towel, waving) Hello!

Hank: Hello, Princess Amália.

Molly: (pointing to herself) Amália, Princess (nodding).

Me: And tonight we are here by royal decree to bedeck Princess Amália in pajamas, as Prince Hank has already done and ferry her forth to dream land where she shall settle a diplomatic matter between Pulsars and Aurora Borealis to see who has jurisdiction over the northern most quadrant of the Milky Way. It will be quite a tense negotiation as the Borealis believe because they are also known as The Northern Lights they should rule. All rather tricky and important, you see.

Molly: (dramatic) Sky awake. (arm draped over her forehead) I awake. We have to play. (nodding)

Hank: Did she just recreate Frozen?

Me: Every single day. We talk a lot about The Northern Lights, the Princess and I.  I am her royal counsel during these negotiations. The Princess first became aware of the Borealis while learning the story of her cousins Princess Anna and Queen Elsa of Arendelle.

Molly: (while being stuffed into pajamas) Mama? Sing no cry song? Elephants?

Hank: Elephants?

Me: You want me to sing the song about not crying to elephants?

Molly: Sim (yes).

Me: Do I know this song?

Molly: (nodding) Sim (yes).

Me: And I have sung this song to you before?

Molly: (nodding)

Hank: I don’t remember an elephant song.

Molly: Hush. Elephants. No crying.

Me: Ooooh. Do you mean (singing), Hush-a-bye don’t you cry, go to sleep my little baby?

Molly: (delighted) SIM (YES)!

Me: (continuing) When you wake you will find, all the pretty little horses.

Molly: Elephants.

Me: The song has always been horses.

Molly: (adamant) Elephants.

Me: For you, Princess, anything, but only if you are polite and respectful and say…

Molly: Elephants, peas. Thank you. (nodding)

Me: (carrying the sleepy Princess of the Moon and Stars to the rocking chair)
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little elephants.
Black and bays, dapples, grays,
All the pretty little elephants.
Hush-a-bye, don’t you cry,
Go to sleep my little baby.
When you wake you shall have
All the pretty little elephants.