Jenny, the little princess of the family, was having one of her “royal” days. The morning sun was warm, the garden path was open for a lovely walk, but Jenny had absolutely no intention of using her tiny feet. Daddy gently called her to follow, thinking a stroll would be fun, but she simply sat there with her pouty lips, looking away as if the idea of walking was the most exhausting task in the world.
She shuffled her hands, tilted her head, and let out a soft whimper. Her big, round eyes filled with sadness, almost as if her heart was breaking. It wasn’t that Jenny couldn’t walk — oh no, she could — but today she had decided that her only form of transportation should be in Mom’s loving arms.
When Mom stepped closer, Jenny stretched her little arms out in the sweetest, most dramatic way, making it impossible to resist. The moment Mom lifted her, Jenny buried her face into Mom’s shoulder, letting out a tiny sigh of relief, as though the world had just become perfect again.
As they moved along, Jenny occasionally peeked over Mom’s shoulder to glance at Daddy, who was smiling and shaking his head. It was clear to everyone — Jenny knew exactly how to use her charm to get what she wanted. Her little legs dangled freely, enjoying the ride without a single step taken.
To Jenny, walking was for ordinary days. Today was about being pampered, cuddled, and carried like the princess she believed she was. And while it might not have been the exercise Daddy hoped for, seeing her happy in Mom’s arms was worth every skipped step.
In Jenny’s royal kingdom, love was measured in how long you were carried — and today, she ruled with a warm, content smile.
