A fairy tale

Once upon a time, there was a little girl who fancied herself a princess. (We'll call her Princess Julia because what the heck... Julia's a pretty name.) Princess Julia lived in New Jersey, where she was very happy, until one day her family whisked her away to live in London. Princess Julia soon adapted to her new home and found it very much to her liking, but she was worried about her upcoming birthday. She was upset that her party could not be in the New Jersey ice cream parlor where she'd always dreamed of celebrating her fifth birthday and she was sad that her old friends could not be there to celebrate with her. "What if no one comes to my party here?" she asked her mother. (Princess Julia knew all of the right buttons to push where her mother was concerned.)

And so Princess Julia's mother spent the King's Ransom to give her sweet girl the party of her dreams, a party so grand that it would eclipse all memories of ice cream parlors and a party so special that no child would dare refuse an invitation. Princess Julia and her friends (all of whom magically accepted their invites and appeared with large plastic gifts in hand) gathered in the magic fairy grotto and perched on sparkly toadstools as Cinderella and her fairy assistant entertained them with storytelling, magic, games and dancing. There was pizza and overpriced cake and more than a little fairy dust. Princess Julia glowed with joy and pronounced it the most magical birthday party EVER. Her mother wrote a horrifyingly large check and wondered when she'd become such a sucker for her daughter. And then they all lived happily (albeit significantly poorer) ever after.