time to lock her up

i walked into my bathroom to find lip prints on the mirror.

since i most definitely do not kiss the mirror, nor does my husband,

there were two options...

but i knew which one to go to.

sydney was sitting on the bench, talking to her daddy.

"hey syd, why did you kiss the mirror?", I asked.

a look of embarrassment crossed her face,

followed by a sheepish smile.

"i was pretending he was my prince."