That strength and honor may clothe her

Arielle runs into the living room this afternoon.

"Mommy, I lost my glass slipper!"

I'm distracted by cleaning. "Oh that's OK, sweetie," I tell her. "The prince will find it."

She pauses to think for a moment.

"No," she tells me. "I'll find it."

She runs off to retrieve the shoe that is standing in for a glass slipper. I sit back on my heels and think about what she said.

I hope she keeps that attitude.