My little angels have a gift of finding a way to battle over everything and nothing at all. Their newest pastime is staking claim on the coveted characters from whatever movie is playing or book is being read or even whatever soundtrack bumping. Even Wesley has picked up the craft of debate with the catch phrase, “NO! That’s ME!” with the added subtlety of shouting it directly in his sister’s faces. So it should not have come as a surprise to find that each of my cast of characters had already confirmed their roles, memorized their lines, and solidified their identities from the list of beloveds from our family favorite (okay…sick, sick obsession), “Frozen.” Zoe:Princess Elsa (big sister:big sister), Mia:Princess Ana (little sister:little sister), Wes:Olaf (adorable little man:adorable little snowman), David:Kristoff (handsome daddy:handsome heartthrob), and Myself:The Trolls (???:an entire community of ugly, wort covered rock dwellers). I suppose the repulsive role I had been assigned should not have come as real surprise, given the pattern of parts in my past. Since the beginning, every time my kiddos play the game of casting, I am inevitably designated as the crotchety old man, the unfortunate hunchback, the hairy monster, essentially anything dainty, beloved, and feminine. So it should not have come as a shock to hear that I was to sing the part of the husky voiced troop of trolls. However, what did shock me and what made this role unique was the notes from the eldest of my pint-sized casting directors. “You’re the trolls Mama because the trolls sing about true love. That’s you Mama. You’re the one that always loves everybody. And you make everybody love everybody.” And the addition from her feisty younger assistant, “Yeah…you’re the happy one Mama.” I’ll take it. Today I am grateful to be a troll(s)!