Den The Bastard

[den]

"Look at me! Look at me!" shouted Faith, aged 4, as she jumped and twirled in the middle of the computer room. "Look at me!" she shouted even louder. I looked at her. She'd dug and old dress from mum's closet and put it on, along with a plastic tiara. "I'm a princess!"

"Ah-huh. Which princess?"

"Um..."

"Red Riding Hood? Cindarella?" I suggested.

"YES!" She bounced up and down. "Cindarella!"

"You look like an ugly step-sister," I said.

Faith became still and glared at me. "NO! I'm Cindarella."

"Ugly step-sister."

"NO!" she shrieked.

"Oh all right," I said. "You're not an ugly step sister." Faith crossed her arms and pouted at me. "You're the wicked step-mother."

"MUUUUUUUUUUUM!" she yelled as she ran from the room. I could hear her in the lounge room where everyone else was. "Dennis is being MEAN!"

Yeah, I'm mean, and I am now in a quiet computer room. Chances of being disturbed by small children are now greatly reduced.