It’s always about the princess…

Beatrix came home from school a couple of days ago and demanded… Demanded!… To watch Star Wars. At first, I wondered at what point she even became aware of it and if she knew what it was about. So I asked.

She explained, “It’s about that Princess with her hair all done up like this (makes twirly motion with her pointer fingers around her head) and the little green man that protects her from the bad guys.”

Of course. I should have known.