You walk down Diagon Alley, your eyes darting from side to side, amazed at what you can see. You stumble upon an ice cream shop where many people are holding cones. A man hurries round giving ice creams to little children. This place serves bright cones, which don't melt in the sun, and are perfect on any day.
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Karsci sat at a booth with Grace, who was wearing a pink sparkly dress and a crown since it was her birthday today. He thought she looked adorable and like a true Princess, and when she asked to come to the ice cream shop he couldn't say no to her, so here they were ordering ice cream and enjoying her birthday to the fullest. "Are you having a fun time?" He asked her, hoping she was.
She nodded, a bit distracted by the ice cream she was eagerly wolfing down. “Yes, daddy.” Grace had definitely began to change, as she tugged at her dress. “Daddy, can we redo my room? I don’t like the pink anymore...”
"Well, why? Why do you think it's too little kid for you?" He asked, wanting to make sure he understood exactly why she felt this way about the color pink. "You know mommy likes the color pink, and she's an adult, so it's okay to like it and not be little."
She swirled her ice cream around with her spoon as she sighed. "Because according to Theresa, the popular girl in my Kwikspell class, pink is for babies. I don't want to be made fun of for having a room still done in baby colors." Grace responded to her father's question.
Ah. He knew there was another reason why she didn't like pink all of a sudden, "Well, Theresa shouldn't be saying that because it's making other people feel bad, don't you think?" He asked Grace, eating his ice cream a little. "Just because you like pink and Theresa doesn't, doesn't mean she needs to make you feel bad about liking pink. Is mommy a baby because she likes pink?"
She shook her head. "No... And indeed, Theresa shouldn't be saying that." Grace agreed with her papa, frowning slightly before turning her attention back to her ice cream. "Why does it seem like everyone agrees with Theresa?"
"It's because Theresa has an aura that makes people want to be her friend so she doesn't make fun of them," He told Grace, trying not to be harsh about the other girl. "They want to follow what she says so other kids will like her, but she's being mean and not doing it the right way. If you want friends, you need to be yourself and be nice and people will like you for you, not because you make others feel bad about themselves."
"Yes, but first we have to let your ice cream digest so let's go walk around outside first," He said as he got up, handing Grace her coat before sliding on his own and holding out his hand for her to hold.