Somewhere lower than the prince, AND the pauper

My 3 year old daughter walked up to me in a Cinderella dress. She asked if I would play “Cinderella” with her.

I was honored, and was looking forward to some wonderful dances with my Cinderella.

Until she said…

“You can be the mouse!”

ouch…

(the extra ounce of cute happened when she offered the part of the prince to her Great-Grandfather)