Sunday, March 26, 2006

"I'm not a horsie, I'm a true princess!" I screamed.

Because that's an important distinction to make when you're a tired mom lying down on the floor next to your youngest child as she colors.

If you're a horsie, you get pounced on by the toddler and kicked in the side as she bounces and yells, "Giddyup! Yeeeeeee-haaaaaaw! Ride a cowboy!"

If you're a true princess, you get soft kisses to wake you from deep slumber.

Everybody repeat after me: I'm a princess I'm a princess I'm a princess I'm a princess.


~RCH~

1 comment:

Jared said...

I guess that makes sense why I'm the horsie so much, well actually in my case I'm literally the jungle-gym.

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