You would think that after all the meals I have cooked and served, rides provided and yes, you can have that treat that I could hope for the kind of cooperation bestowed upon a queen. But no, I'm just their mom and in that capacity I can morph from angel to witch and back again in a blink of an eye. Sometimes a blink is all I need to get the image I seek. (Hopefully, when my back is turned it won't be erased and relegated to the land of the lost.)
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