Once upon a time there was a dapper King who owned a parcel of land and dwelled alone in his castle. On a routine trip to the market, God led the King to a radiantly stunning (hey, it's my fairy tale!) damsel. The King knew without a doubt this was to be his helpmeet and betrothed himself to her.
Their union produced four handsome sons. Realizing the Queen was outnumbered, the King traveled to a far and distant land and brought home a beautiful daughter to dwell in their kingdom. The King and Queen rejoiced in their blessings. Their quiver continued to expand and over time God blessed the King and Queen with another daughter and son.
The children were so well behaved that visitors were suprised to hear there were seven children dwelling within the castle walls. The royal children never had to be told to clip their nails, brush their teeth, or make their beds. This could only be explained by the excellent parenting techniques implemented by the King and Queen.
Peace, calm and quiet is how their castle was described to strangers. (Didn't I say it was my fairy tale?) The King was a fair and mighty ruler in his land. Other kings would commend him on his seemingly effortless approach at rearing his children. The Queen ran her household smoother than a tightly wound catapult. Other queens would marvel at the fact that her castle was spotless and she found no need to employ outside help.....