While playing with my children I had an adorable boy who has an Italian accent put a parachute on my lap, multicolored and neon, to create a ball gown for me. He told me that I was a princess. Unfortunately on occasion after a theatrical "bum bum bum" the dress would "become broken" and need to be momentarily repaired by my little Italian tailor. Once repaired he would drape it over me again. After he was finally satisfied with his creation he announced to me that I would be attending a ball. Off he went to find me transportation, in the form of a vinyl covered, foam red duck. I felt like I was in a fairytale.
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