The Cinderella saga continues...

Early yesterday morning from seemingly nowhere Emerie asks, "Mama - can I go to your castle? Pwease, Mom, Pwease?"
Me: "Go to my castle? I don't have a castle, honey. Do you have a castle?"
Emerie: "Yeah"
Me: "I see. Is it beautiful?"
E: "Yeah"
Me: "Where is your castle?"
E: "My castle's at the mall..."
Me: "At the mall?"
E: "Yeah, I go to my castle at the mall and I be a ballewina there."
Me: "A ballerina?"
E: "Yeah and Daddy come and dance with me."
Me: "Daddy?"
E: "And my bwothers..."
Me: "Your brothers?"
E: "and Cwis and Andwea"

As long as we're all invited.