Living with a Princess

"This will be cool," I tell Lily as I braid her mane.

This is so uncool. She shakes her head and stomps her foot.

Temperatues climbed into the 80s and 90s during the past week. Each time, I run my hand under her Barbie-doll mane, I feel sweat.

But Lily loves her luscious locks, and doesn't believe that braids fit her personality -- even if it is 90 degrees outside.

When I take off her halter and let her loose, she walks over to a post and rubs her neck against it, undoing what I just did.