When Delaney presented me with a beautiful ‘gift’ this morning..wrapped tightly in her little brother’s blanket…I quickly unwrapped (more hurried than excited) to find a few precious trinkets that remind her of princesses…a crown, a pretend lipstick and a pink comb. She informed me that I was to be the Princess…and my Prince (Cooper) was getting ready to join me at the Ball.
So…we applied the lipstick and I donned the crown.
And then the doorbell rang. Time for the gentleman to fix our stove. Clearly, Princesses don’t normally answer their own doors, but I made an exception.
To his credit, his smile only got bigger as he took in my Princess style headgear.
Must be a dad.