We watched "Taken" last night.
Liam, you are my hero.
The Princess will never go overseas without an approved chaperone, self defense classes and a mask to hide her prettiness. I may even teach her to walk with a hunch and definitely look into stage makeup, you know, the kind where they put scars and warts. Stuff it, I'll just get her to learn full on zombie makeup.
The Princess has agreed to most of this.
She also had nightmares from the movie and slept in our bed. At 12, this is getting a bit squishy, so I made my way to her extremely comfy bed and snuggled down. To wake up at 5 am in agony, my neck so stiff that ninja's could do their "karate chop that breaks bricks" on it and have their hands bounce back in pain.
That is one kick-ass awful pillow she's been using.