So last night, we were sitting on the couch and reading stories to Scarlett. I asked her if she was a princess. This is how the conversation went:

Scarlett: “Nooo”

Me:  “Am I a Princess?”

Scarlett:  “Nooo”

Me: “Is Daddy a Princess?”

Scarlett: “Yes”

At this point both Ross and I laughed. It was funny. Especially since she seemed so excited about the prospect of Daddy being a princess.

Me: “Does Daddy live in a castle?”

Scarlett: “Yes”

Me: “What’s Daddy’s Princess name?”

Scarlett: “Belle”

Now, this sounded a lot like Beyell but I got the gist. Ross laughed.

Ross: “That sounds about right. I’m a bookish, I’m pretty, and I suffer for a mild case of Stockholm Syndrome.”

Me: “Ha ha, and you’re married to a beast. But hey, wait, does that mean I get a Mrs. Potts? I could use a CGI tea pot to cook and clean for me.”

Ross: “Plus, the musical numbers.”

I know this is a ridiculous conversation. One of many we have at our house. We entertain ourselves. But there is some merit here.

1. Ross and I both love a library and are incredibly bookish/nerdy people.
2. Although he doesn’t have an eccentric inventor for a father, we do have an entire room in our basement devoted to trains. Make of that what you will
3. He likes to dance. Ballgowns aside.
4. He’s married to an antisocial, brusque individual who doesn’t like others

There are, however, some things going against him.

1. He can’t carry a tune to save his life.
2. He prefers non-fiction instead of fiction. Unless it’s a Scandinavian detective novel, then all bets are off.
3. If he disappeared, people would care and look for him. Even if he did disappear into a distant castle that everyone has seemed to forget about.

As for me, here is the comparison.

1. I am antisocial and don’t really like to leave my house.
2. I often talk to inanimate objects with the expectation that they will hear me and do what I say. Who doesn’t?
3. I am uncomfortable in new social situations and with new people.
4. I have been known to roar on occasion

There are some things going against me too.

1. I am not a wealthy aristocrat. That would be awesome, however. I would definitely like a castle of my own.
2. I’m not that hairy. I mean, neither was he in the end but that’s neither here nor there.
3. I, in fact, do not have a Mrs. Potts to cook and clean for me. I’m very disappointed with that fact.
4. Honestly, the beast might be a better dancer than me. I literally have no rhythm or coordination.
5. And finally, I like to bathe. So the hygiene thing is definitely a difference between us.

So, there you have it. Ross as the Beauty in our relationship and me as the Beast. I can’t even say that I’m surprised or offended. I’m not sure what that says about me.