They beg to play
from the moment their eyes flutter open.
They meet at the corner in all their royal glory,
donned in their picture perfect gowns.
They are princesses, queens, mothers,
babies, wives, store keepers, kittens.
And then something goes wrong.
The queen turns into a wicked stepmother,
the baby into a belligerent child.
They bring each other to tears,
throwing about mean words and crowns
until they are swept home by the highest royalties of all.
They eat, they sleep, they wake, they beg
to be reunited.
4 comments:
Love it Jod! Amen Sister...I let the begging happen for 2 days so the time they get to spend time playing..it will be longer than 20 minutes before some makes the other one feel bad...or tells on them for being mean!
I sure wish our little princesses could hang out each day. I would tell them to get over their problems if they started to fight...because mommies are having mommies time today!
That made me chuckle.
seriously jodi...you have a way...
SO True!
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