– No right or wrong, no rules for me. I’m free!
– Mommy, it’s not like that. It’s not “free”. It’s “bree”.
– Hmmm, but she’s talking about how now she is finally free… and anyways, what is “bree”?
– It’s like this: “No right or wrong, no rules for me. It’s brie!” She’s talking about cheese.
Looks like Princess Elsa was letting go of her diet!
Clearly, in this house, we talk more about food than about freedom.