Anna looked like me for about a day after she was born, and then all of the Lobmeyer came shining through.
But today, after we saw "Beauty and the Beast" at the college, I heard something that made me proud.
Anna didn't love the scary parts of the story, or the conflict. She was talking through it on the way home, and decided that her play would be called...
"Beauty and the Prince".
No need to mess around with beasts and wolves. Just make it happy all the way through.
That's my girl.