Elsa just wants to blow me.

It was bedtime. Clara and I were fighting over her new Elsa doll. I argued that Elsa wanted to be my friend and hang out with me tonight. Clara said that Elsa hated me, which wasn’t nice.

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She grabbed Elsa from my hands, held her up in front of me, and then leaned in and blew air into my face.

“What was that?” I asked.

“Elsa’s icy breath,” she said.

What? Is Elsa trying to freeze me?”

“No, but she doesn’t want to sleep with you tonight. She just wants to blow you.”

Sadly, I was the only adult in the room at that moment.

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