Our dainty princess

When we had our daughter, we may have had visions of her being a fine little girl who likes pretty clothes and behaves with princess-like poise.  Like what the children's poem says about little girls -- sugar and spice and everything nice.

At the dinner table we spy her spooning pumpkin soup into her mouth, then looking up at the ceiling while noisily gurgling each mouthful of the soup.

Where did our princess go?

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