Princessing is not for the weak

We were talking princesses in class the other day, as happens with four year olds sometimes. We were at the art center. I was doing the daily observations and the kids were drawing or cutting out or pasting or whatever they felt like. I said that if I was going to be a princess, I wanted a big cute animal to be my friend, like a gigantic boar to ride on or something. Then, I had to explain what a boar was, how they had big teeth and tough skins and nobody could stop me with my big pig. One of the girls made this for me: When I asked what animal she wanted, she smiled and showed me this. "Spiders," she whispered. "Lots of spiders." Forget princess. I think this one's going to be queen. (also posted on LJ)