Oh to be a child again… The energy! The ability to run, run, run, jump in muddy puddles, splash through a river, run for countless cricket balls, cricket runs and overs.. Recharge with fuel, burgers and fudge cake.. And run through the sand dunes to get to the sandy mountains and run up and down and up and down, over and over… Delight and joy beaming from their faces, finding new paths, new ways to play, new games… Innovation at its best, innovation at its inception…. 
 Oh… To be a child … But oh to be a 5 year old girl child again…
You get to change clothes at least 3 times before breakfast – all in varying shades of pink. You get to boss around your big boy cousins and little brother, tell them where to hide and what the rules of the game are. You get to correct them… “They are NOT sparkles on my cardigan, sparkles are teeny tiny and these are big so they are JEWELS!” 
You get to wear your bejewelled cardigan with your best sparkly pink tutu skirt to the beach and to the sand dunes and you get to have special tiaras (NO Aunty Ali, they are not crowns…) on your silver blue Frozen Wellies… 
And the best bit of all… Because you are scared of prickles and so is your sparkly skirt…. You get to be carried all the way home! 
Oh to be a little princess again… The innocence … For it is genuine truth that comes out of your mouth, honest words… 
“Instead of worrying about the prickles, why don’t you count my freckles?” … 

“But you don’t have any!” … 
“So count her wrinkles then” pipes up my sister…

“But she doesn’t have any, Mummy!”
And that is why Princesses get to be Princesses… For all their demanding, bossing, hands-on-hipping, pouting, flouncing and twirling… They can make your heart melt like butter… And you will do anything for them….