“Mommy! Mommy!” Your daughter jumps at you after you come home from work. “Yes, baby?” you say, seeing her in her fairy costume. “come play tea party” she pulls on your arm in excitement “okay, let’s go” you smile and put your bag down “where’s your daddy?” you ask as you enter her room “you mean PRINCESS daddy” she corrects you. your mouth drops, seeing him in a small pink chair. You look at him, wearing a sparkly shirt with clips in his hair “is that my make up?” You almost burst out laughing “yeah sorry, he just wanted to feel pretty” your daughter pouts “no, it’s perfect” you credit her as your husband gives you a death glare