Lately, Elsa's been mounding up secrets to keep in her metaphorical "secret pile."
It started with a whispered one to Mark one day, "Daddy I have a secret but we have to keep it in the secret pile."
He claims he leaned close to hear, looking forward to what crazy comment she'd have.
"I love mommy more than you."
Ouch.
That stings.
I don't care who you are.
Then I got a secret from the secret pile.
"Sometimes us boys and girls pee in the shower."
Nice.
I kind of wish I didn't know that secret.
I wonder what else is lurking in that cesspool of a secret pile.
Though yesterday she did tell us (Mark and me) that we can call her "princess" but not in front of ANYONE and it "HAS TO STAY IN THE SECRET PILE."
There must be a little goodness in that pile after all.
I don't care if she wears boys clothes from head to toe,
has a swagger to rival any pro athlete,
and can spout profanity like a sailor...
she'll always be my little princess.
But I will respect her wishes and keep it in the secret pile.
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