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okay,” Delaney said. “What do you want me to do?”
    â€œYou Pwince Arming!” Milly stamped her foot.
    â€œI get it. I’m Prince Charming. What does Prince Charming do?”
    Milly’s cheeks flushed. She squinted her eyes and wrinkled her nose. “I want Mama!” she howled and began to cry.
    â€œWait! No! Just a sec! Don’t cry!” Delaney begged her. She took off her sneaker. “Cindyrella! I have your glass slipper.”
    Milly only wailed harder: “Mama! Mama! Mama!”
    Think! Delaney told herself. What would Prince Charming do?
    â€œWould Cindyrella like to go to the ball with Pwince Arming?” she asked the screaming toddler.
    Milly’s tears suddenly stopped. “I go ball. I dance.” She sniffled.
    â€œYes! Yes! We can dance! And we can have a tea party! And get all dressed up in pwincess, I mean, princess dresses!”
    â€œOoooh!” Milly squealed. “I like pwincess dress.”
    Delaney had no idea where she was going to find a princess dress on such short notice. She looked in the hall coat closet, hoping to find one hanging in there. But Milly was losing patience.
    â€œI want my pwincess dress!” she said, stamping her feet.
    Delaney opened the linen closet in the hall and rummaged through it. Just then, an idea came to her. She grabbed a pink towel and tied it around the child’s waist. Then she grabbed a red towel and tied it around her own shoulders like a cape. “This is your beautiful princess gown,” she said. “May I have this dance, Princess Milly?”
    She helped Milly stand on top of her feet. “Hold on tight,” she told her, as they waltzed around the room. Delaney remembered her dad doing this with her when she was little. She always loved the dizzy feeling of spinning as she clung to his knees.
    â€œWhee!” Milly giggled in delight. “Sing me song, Pwince Arming.”
    It had been a very long time since Delaney had watched Cinderella . She couldn’t think of a single song from the Disney film—so she improvised a little Katy Perry. “I am a champion, and you’re gonna hear me roar!”
    â€œWoar! Woar!” Milly sang with her.
    â€œWow, you’re a good singer, Princess Milly,” Delaney declared. “What should we do next?”
    â€œTea party! Tea party!” Milly suddenly ran off to the kitchen, leaving Delaney in her dust.
    Before Delaney even had a chance to search the cabinets and pour some snacks in a bowl, Milly had seized the box of Cheerios on the kitchen table and was throwing them all over the floor. She had also managed to unscrew the top of her sippy cup and was sprinkling apple juice in the air.
    â€œIt waining! It waining!” She laughed, pouring the cereal and apple juice on the tiles.
    â€œWait! Milly…let me help you!” Delaney raced toward her. She felt herself suddenly losing her footing, and she landed with a hard thud on her back on the kitchen floor.
    â€œDeelaynee go boom !” Milly said. “That funny!”
    Great, even a two-year-old thought she was a joke.
    â€œOkay, Milly, let’s clean up these Cheerios. They’re a little slippery when wet…”
    â€œ Nooooo! ” Milly wailed once again.
    Delaney took a deep breath. “Okay, Milly. I’m in charge here, and we’re going to play a new game. It’s called Cindyrella Clean Up.” She found a small brush and dust pan under the sink and handed them to the little girl.
    â€œYou sweep, I mop,” she said.
    Milly pouted. “I no sweep.” She threw herself down on the floor and went into a tantrum. “I no sweep! I no sweep!”
    Delaney scooped the screaming toddler up in one arm and mopped with the other. She felt something wet trickling down her elbow.
    â€œEww! Milly, is your diaper wet?” she asked, wrinkling her nose.
    â€œMilly go pee-pee,” she replied.
    Oh, boy! Delaney