She longed to be a princess. And in my eyes, she was. As a little girl, my daughter spent countless hours playing dress up and imagining she was Belle, Cinderella, Jasmine or one of the other magical characters from storybooks. It was a time that holds so many sweet memories. Fast forward about six years. Suddenly my “princess” is acting more like a pill. And I’m totally caught off guard by the transformation. Overnight, it seemed like “Mommy, what do you think?” was abruptly replaced with, “I know, Mom! You’ve told me this stuff, like, 1,000 times already! Do I really …