Life On the Ponderosa

I am pretty sure my daughter is a princess, because every single time I lay her on her back she freaks out like there is something under her and can't imagine staying there another second. She will roll over faster then anything I have seen and make it a point to grab the closes thing next to her and push herself up. I am thinking I am actually just going to have my hands full but then I realized the famous story when I was a kid, called the Princess and the Pea and I am sure this is the case.

The story tells of a prince who wants to marry a princess, but is having difficulty finding a suitable partner. Something is always wrong with those he meets, and he cannot be certain they are real princesses. One stormy night (always a harbinger of either a life-threatening situation or the opportunity for a romantic alliance in Andersen's stories), a young woman drenched with rain seeks shelter in the prince's castle. She claims to be a princess, so the prince's mother decides to test their unexpected guest by placing a pea in the bed she is offered for the night, covered by 20 mattresses and 20 featherbeds. In the morning the guest tells her hosts that she endured a sleepless night, kept awake by something hard in the bed; which she is certain has bruised her. The prince rejoices. Only a real princess would have the sensitivity to feel a pea through such a quantity of bedding. The two are married, and the pea is placed in the Royal Museum.

Even if she is a Princess, I just need to inform her that a Princess would not throw a fit like this. Maybe after I explain this to Aleksandra she may reconsider and begin behaving when I lay her on her back.