We spent this last weekend in Las Vegas at my little sister's wedding. The girls were flower girls, complete with poofy dresses and little baskets of rose petals. And "high heel" shoes. If you're nine, seven, or four, it was a fairy tale come true.
We had the following conversation tonight at dinner:
Ellie: Grandma and Grandpa are a Queen and King.
Me: Really? They are?
Chris: So does that make Mom a princess?
Ellie: No. Adrie is a princess and James is a prince. Mom is just Mom.
Chris: But Mom's the mom in our family, and that's even better than a princess, huh?