The Most Recent Royal Declaration

On Sunday morning I played the prelude for the worship service at our church. That means I had to be up at 5:30 a.m. to get everyone ready and in the car so we could get to the church by 7:45 a.m. This wasn’t terrible, but no matter what planning I try to do, whenever all five of us need to leave the house at one time it is complete chaos. We were rushing everyone into the van. Sarah was in the back. Greg was buckling The Banana, and I was buckling Mr. Sneaky Pants into car seats. Sarah was very upset that her fancy dress Grandma Robbie sewed her last Christmas was not tied correctly in the back (There is a little sash that ties in a bow). Because we were in such a rush, I told her, “Just sit down in your seat and buckle in. When we get to the church Daddy will tie your dress while I run in and get ready to play.” She flopped dramatically into her booster seat, buckled herself in and slumped down, glaring at me fiercely.

“This is no way to treat a princess!” She remarked loudly and clearly from the back of the van.