I think I've mentioned before that you love to sing, but not that you love to tell stories. Well, a story. The story of The Bleeding Princess. Don't ask me where that came from, you just started telling it one day and now it's the only story you tell. And the funny thing is, it's almost exactly the same every time with very little variation. Today, I caught you in the tub in a performing mood. So, without further ado, I present to you "The Bleeding Princess."
Love,
Mommy
P.S.
You're weird.
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