Three years old he was that day. A party for him, he was surprised. Preschoolers were festive desiring the creamy toffee cake, running hyper, being silly. His hands brushing his ginger curly hair, he adjusted his goofy glasses glaring across with dopey eyes, his mouth watering for a velvety chocolate treat. He wanted the big piece; after all, he was the prince that day. Much more is what he got, what happened to him he didn't anticipate. He saw a Barbie approaching him, her golden hair tied in a bun. He stared into her sapphire eyes, he was staring into a cloudless sky that was reflecting onto her dress. A soft peck, she landed on his cheek. A tingly feeling from her cloud lips, made him smile; it was something he hadn't felt before. His grin slowly disappeared. He was very righteous he felt muddled. His eyes strayed away glancing at his mom, her witty smile blossomed as if telling him: when you're older you will understand.