After gymnastics, (a class for each girl), lunch and then ice skating, we returned home for hot cocoa and play. The girls ran off to play. One with a crown, one with a tiara.
MOM! I want to be a Queen and Luna’s not letting me!
MOMMY! I want you to be the Queen! WAAAAA!
Mom! I want to be the Queen…. I don’t want you to be a Queen
Soleil, I don’t want to be a Queen, go ahead and be the Queen
Luna starts crying "I AM THE PRINCE AND I NEED TO MARRY A PRINCESS NOT A QUEEN!"
"But sweetie, a prince and a Queen CAN marry. It’s just that he stays a prince and never becomes King"
"really? Ok!"
And off they go. Meanwhile, I’m hunting down the tequlia!
Good morning, I am popping by today to say that you have been added to the Magnificent Mamas of the Universe blogroll.
Also, I apologize, it comes with a Tag, You’re it too.
Welcome to the Universe!
~ The Mama Bear
Penelope Anne
I have 2 princes and a princess, I am the QUEEN here. Cute post, leave me any tequila?