The following is based on a true series of events that occured last night from the hours of 7:30-10:30pm.

Once upon a time, there was a sweet little princess who had a bedtime of 7:00-7:30pm. The little princess was so understanding of the queen's need for sleep (I mean, she does get up at 3:45 every morning to rule the world) that she usually went to bed without much fuss, even at the very young age of 21 months.

Until one night, the sweet little princess rebelled. For an hour and a half, she cried and fussed until the queen could take it no more. The queen put down her book and went to check on her sweet little princess. She was standing in the crib with her blankie and Manda Panda in hand waiting to snuggle. The queen obliged and they snuggled for 20 minutes, during which time the queen sang her songs and brushed her hair gently with her fingers. The queen put the sweet little princess to bed and then went to lay down herself. The crying began almost immediately. The queen thought the sweet little princess might not be feeling good, but there was no fever or dirty diaper to support such crying. All the sweet little princess wanted was to snuggle. So snuggle they did until the sweet little princess fell asleep in her mommy's arms an hour later.

The queen was a little bit tired the next day, but she sat with a smile on her face thinking about the night before, how mindblowingly awesome it is to have someone love you so much and wanting nothing more than to be next to you and fall asleep in your arms. Or was it the large, skim, no whip mocha that the queen owed her smile?

The End.