Today we turned on Music and the Spoken Word -- the Mormon choir music show-- and Quinn said she needed to dance. She asked Tim and I if we would dance with her, but we were both really tired and had just sat down. I didn't have the heart to see her big sad face for long, so I stood up to dance. We swayed back and worth for a few seconds, and then Quinn stopped and said ever so sweetly, "No, I don't need another girl. I need a prince."
She convinced Tim to dance with her, and they did a very graceful ditty. She spent the next hour looking for another Prince while Tim rested.
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