The Fairy Princess Oath

"Are you ready to be turned into a Fairy Princess"

Buttercup opened her newly painted eyes and fluttered her twinkling lashes before nodding at the woman with feathers in her hair and a paint brush in her hand before raising her own.

"I promise to play with my toys...

Sing songs...

Be Happy...

I promise to eat my vegetables...

Help clean up...

and go to bed early."

Buttercup solemnly repeated every word. Then she looked at me, waiting for me to acknowledge her role. Not only had her daddy already bought her a new pet dragon and a magic wand from the many artisans at the Arizona Renaissance Festival, now she was painted as proper magical royalty should be.

"And that, my dear," said the artist, "makes you a proper Fairy Princess."

Buttercup blinked with wonder. No more pretending. No more need for the powers of imagination. In the land of pirates, princesses, kings, queens, and new glow in the dark pet dragons, she wasn't just play-acting. She just was.