pretty pretty princess.

When my sister was a kid she used to play this board game with her friends called “Pretty Pretty Princess.”  One time I was casually observing as the game turned into a huge temper tantrum from her friend, who DEMANDED to be the Pretty Pretty Princess,  and just couldn’t [insert hyperventilation] stand [insert hyperventilation] the idea of someone else winning [insert meltdown].  There’s nothing sillier than little kids fighting over plastic beads, but on closer examination it seems that as adults we often live in a similar manner, locked in one big, vengeful game of Pretty Pretty Princess.

Today is my sister’s birthday so I thought I’d tell something awesome about her.  I remember wanting to smack the sense of entitlement right out of that little tantrum-throwing kid, but my sister did not actually reach across the board game and put her in a choke hold.  I don’t remember what she did, but I remember that as a little girl she was sunshiny and giggly and sweet, and could have a great time at Disney World hugging Minnie Mouse, or in the front yard playing in the rain by herself.  She is still sweet and still chill, and would always choose a good book over a temper tantrum.  Happy birthday, Megan!