Generally, I think it's poor form to refer to your children as royalty if they are not, in fact, of royal descent (at least in public). However, Gigi was the one calling her Snow Princess today, so it's not really me. And in truth, while she may have been a princess who happened to be in the snow, she wasn't exactly a Snow Princess, cause she wasn't really a big fan of the powder. It could have had something to do with the fact that our arrival at the park corresponded with that of two bear-sized dogs, but whatever the reason, Mer wasn't really in her element. Walt, on the other hand, was akin to Lewis or Clark in his single minded devotion to forging new paths and exploring the unknown territory of the park. Brave boy. We can only thank our lucky stars that Cousin Andrea, who lives in the wilds of the Great North, had prepared us with pink snow boots trimmed in fur. Otherwise, heaven only knows what fate might have befallen our princess.
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When are you going to post the pics or our little snow princess completely submerging my Depeche Mode CD (live in LA 88') in the toilet?
Dad
I'm thinking of saving classics like that for a "Meridy at her worst" blog. Be patient, "Dad."
Daddy loved the "Princess walking away". I'd love a close-up of the "thank-goodness pink, fur-trimmed boots"!
Oops. I better specify. That's not princess walking away, that's Walt. Mer did nothing like that kind of adventuring on her own. Next year!
Do not even let me think those are bare hands I'm seeing on that princess!!
Well written article.
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