The other day at school, Lizzy's teacher asked the class what they wanted to be when they grew up.
Lizzy's answer? A princess.
I decided (why, I don't know) to point out, when she told us that, that you're either born a princess, or you have to marry a prince.
"Like I did!" I said, wiggling my eyebrows at Matt.
Which prompted him to charge out of the room in search of somewhere to vomit.
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Nice one! you have to seize those moments when they come to you.
ReplyDelete(ps did you see enchanted? I dug it.)