Appropriate bling

(scene opens in stairwell)

Me: (adjusts wedding tiara perched precariously, preparing to arrive to party in joke mode)
Gamma: (thunders downstairs to say good bye) Mom! (stops dead, incredulous) You have a crown!
Me: (fumbling with safety pins) I do.
Gamma: I don’t have a crown! Why do you have a crown and I don’t?!
Me: I don’t know.
Gamma: I need a crown! I’m the Princess of Dreams! Where’s my crown!?
Me: Gotta do darling. (kisses curls and runs)

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