“I can’t live like this anymore!” – said my two-year-old from her crib.

It was one of those moments when my eyes got wide and my mouth literally fell open like a cartoon. My mind raced back through the past three minutes. What had I done to make my toddler suddenly feel the emotions of a thirteen-year-old ready to run away from home? Then it clicked. She was smiling and looking at me like this was a game. She was pretending. . . and that was a line from Frozen.

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