The day my daughter called me her prince

I was at the park with my 6-year-old daughter when she asked me to call her Rapunzel and save her from a tower. It was a Sunday, and she was still in a white dress with pink and purple flower print.

“You are my prince,” She said.

I knew this was all a game. I knew that Norah was not really locked in a tower, but rather at the top of a yellow plastic tube …