Grampy and the Princess

If you should ever be so fortunate as to have a princess sit on your lap, then you know the wonderful assult upon your senses.

Her hair shampoo leaves a wonderful aroma of apples, or strawberry or other wonderful fragrances.

Even when she is sitting still, she isn't really sitting still. She will sit on my lap and with tireless energy she will ask, Grampy, what is this? And as soon as you explain, she will then ask "Why", a million times. She can unpeel the layers of an onion until she has received what she considers to be, a satisfactory answer.

I never knew that the pursuit of knowledge could be so physically exhausting.