Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Not too long ago I was with a bunch of kindergarteners. My, they were having a good time with each other while eaves dropping at the same time!
I know because when I ended my phone conversation with my husband, one precocious six-year old girl asked me - point blank - “Who was that on the phone?!”
Me: Why, that was Prince Charming!
Six-year old (now with eyes as big as diamonds, a mouth wide open with barely a whisper escaping her mouth): Pr-Prince Ch-Charming?
My six-year old son (matter of factly): Ha! Prince Charming is my Dad. That’s what my Mom calls him.
My four year-old daughter (piping in her two-cents worth): And do you know why she calls him Prince Charming? Because they are married and they love each other. (My daughter’s eye lashes were fluttering about now).