This morning:Elsa, with a starry, far-away look in her eyes: Mom, where do princesses live?
Me: in castles.
E: We should go to a castle.
M: But all the castles are far, far away, Elsa.
E: But we should GO to one. Then I could see the princess.
M: Oh?
E: Yeah.
Even more starry eyed: An' then I could BE the princess.
M, thinking she's oh-so-sweet: Ooh.
E: Yeah. ...I could live there, an' then the King could go away.
M: Go away? Why?
E: We could SHOOT the mean king. (Woah. Nix that sweet thing. Country girl here.)
M: Shoot him?! Nooo. We don't want to shoot him! What if he was a nice grandpa king?
E: A GRANDPA KING?!?
Off she runs, laughing.
Hey Oliver! A GRANDPA king!!
Heh. Not sure what to make of that one.
2 comments:
they get you every time- such a sweet girl! At least she figures she'll protect herself
Lol! Great story, I'm snickering so loud I think the crabby library lady is gonna come scold me. Your kids are goofy.
-Katrina
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