Eyes were popping at 7th and Montana this morning as a four-year-old Princess made the scene, intent on casting her spell on the crowd. She was dressed in a bright pink Princess Gown and armed with a Deadly Banana, which waved in my direction like a sword. Unfortunately, just as I was about to get a decent photo of her, my phone rang, and I had to take the call outside. She watched me go outside, then stood on her chair and began making faces at me through the window. After several minutes went by, she peeled the "Chiquita" label off her banana, stuck it on her forehead and began yelling "Look at me, I'm a Banana!!" "Bananas is more like it," I thought. She continued carrying on until I walked back inside. "Hi there," I said, finally acknowledging her. It was at this point -- after practically begging for attention for five full minutes -- that the Little Princess decided to ignore me. She spun around in her chair and pointed her butt at me. I turned to her mother and said, "Your daughter really cracks me up ... What a handful." But her mother was preoccupied. Her head was buried in a book and she was taking copious notes. It was entitled: "Divine Intervention: Help is Just a Prayer Away" ...!