Little Minea loved playing dress-up with her dolls, wrapping them in colorful cloths and pretending they were princesses. One day, as she sat arranging her tiny dresses, her daddy walked into the room with a mischievous smile.
“Minea, look!” he said, spinning around.
Minea’s eyes widened in shock. Daddy was wearing one of her princess dresses! A bright pink one with sparkly frills!
Her tiny mouth dropped open. “NOOOO, DADDY!” she screamed, stomping her little foot. “That’s MY dress! You’re too big!”
Her daddy laughed, twirling dramatically. “But don’t I look beautiful?” he teased, striking a silly pose.
Minea’s face turned red. She crossed her arms, pouting. “Daddy, dresses are for me! You look… so silly!”
Daddy sat down beside her, grinning. “Well, princess, I just wanted to see what it feels like to be fancy like you.”
Minea huffed but then peeked at Daddy again. He did look kind of funny… and maybe a little cute. A tiny giggle escaped her lips.
Daddy gasped playfully. “Did you just laugh?”
Minea tried to stay mad, but another giggle slipped out. “Maybe… just a little.”
Daddy smiled. “You know, anyone can wear a dress if they want to. But you’re right—it does look better on you.”
Minea giggled louder. “Okay, Daddy. But next time, you wear a superhero cape, not my princess dress!”
Daddy nodded. “Deal.”
And just like that, the room filled with laughter as Minea helped Daddy out of the dress—before he stretched it out too much!
