MyThreeDaughters

This house is lousy with Princesses. Elizabeth (3 and a half) takes Princess life seriously. Dresses as one. Has a Princess lamp. And I’m pretty sure her first successful execution of a subject-verb sentence was: “I am a Princess.”
Saturday afternoon several three-inch tall Princesses that previously decorated Princess Elizabeth’s third birthday cake found themselves in a death defying situation, in the living room.
I was alerted by a high-pitched shriek: “Ahhhhhh! Ahhhhhh!”
I looked in and saw three Princesses perched precariously on a toy freight train. Elizabeth rallied her older sister, who most times, doesn’t give a rip about Princesses.
“We have to save the Princesses!”
We do?
“Yeah,” Elizabeth explained, “it’s a hurricane, a real hurricane!”
Oh no.
“Yeah,” Elizabeth continued, showing perhaps a future spark for tabloid journalism, “and a mean MONSTER!
“And a hurricane.”
I’d make Elizabeth proud if I could name the Princesses in the picture. She knows them all.
Care to hear the starting lineup of the 1975 Cincinnati Reds?