Insight

Brenna was watching "Sleeping Beauty". For those of you who aren't familiar, here's a brief synopsis:
Sleeping Beauty is cursed at birth (the whole spinning-wheel-finger-prick thing) so these 3 fairies take her into the woods to raise her in secret. On her 16th birthday they send her out to pick berries so that they can create a surprise party for her. Instead of picking berries, Sleeping Beauty dances/falls in love with a handsome boy, though they never manage to exchange names. Meanwhile, back at the cottage, the party preparations are a complete flop because even though these fairies have been magic-free for 16 YEARS, they have yet to figure out that you bake the cake before you frost it. So Sleeping Beauty comes home, the fairies yell surprise, she tells them about the handsome boy, they tell her that she can never see him again because she is really a princess and is betrothed to a prince, and Sleeping Beauty ever-so-dramatically throws herself on her bed and sobs.

Brenna was downstairs watching this movie while I was upstairs. I came down, and here's the conversation:
Brenna: Mom, Sleeping Beauty was crying on her bed.
Me: Oh, No! Why was she crying?
Brenna: Because those fairies maked a Birthday cake and it was yucky.