Yesterday morning, I was running with Ariah. As usual, she wanted to play Cinderella, which means I chased her around the track, saying, “Princess, you dropped your shoe.” But she soon grew weary of running and insisted on sitting down. As we sat, I said, “Princesses always run six laps.” She replied, “I’m not a princess, I don’t have a dress.” I replied that princesses can wear pants, to which she said, “I’m not a princess, I’m a human.” I replied that princesses are humans, but she insisted that I was wrong. About then, an eight-year-old girl happened to sit beside us. I said to the girl, “Could you tell my daughter that princesses are humans and that they can wear pants?” The girl proceeded to tell Ariah this, and Ariah, who had received me with contempt, responded warmly to the girl, taking the truths as self-evident. She then proceeded to follow up with the girl by asking, “Are you a princess?” The girl blushed and said, “Well, all girls are princesses.”