Twist And Shout
‘Once upon a time, there was a really ugly princess who lived in a—’
‘Don’t you mean beautiful princess, Mummy?’
‘No, darling, this one was ugly.’
‘In Daddy’s stories, the princesses are always beautiful.’
‘Well, I’m not Daddy, am I?’
‘Daddy is always calling me his little princess. Does that mean he thinks I’m small and ugly?’
‘Of course not, dear. Now where was I? Ah yes! Once upon a time, there was a really ugly princess who lived in a dirty old apartment in a—’
‘Don’t you mean beautiful castle, Mummy?’
‘No, dear, I meant what I said.’
‘So, beautiful people have beautiful homes, but ugly people have ugly homes?’
‘No, Samantha, you’re twisting my words.’
‘What’s twisting?’
‘Deforming or distorting.’
‘I don’t understand.’
‘It doesn’t matter how beautiful or how ugly you are, or how beautiful or ugly your home is. It’s what’s inside that counts.’
‘But I’d rather live in a beautiful castle. Wouldn’t you, Mummy?’
‘Of course I would. But try telling your father that. Did you like my story?’
‘You didn’t finish it! Daddy always finishes his stories, Mummy.’
‘I’ll call him. He can finish this one for you. Goodnight, dear.’
‘Goodnight, Mummy.’