The Princess was. Yesterday. We went out for tea to celebrate.
I sat down. I inserted the Princess in a high chair. Tea and cake were ordered.
We had the following conversation:
Me: Yes, cake. Would you like some?
Princess (nodding vigourously) : Oui, yes.
Me: Here’s a little on a plate for you. What do you say?
Princess: Thank you. (Takes a mouthful) Nice. (Takes a further mouthful) More?
Me: I think that’s probably enough.
Princess (imperiously) : More.
Me (capitulating instantly) : OK.
Princess: Thank you. Merci. Milk.
Me: Would you like some milk?
Princess : Oui, yes.
I poured out some milk into a mug and she sat and drank her milk and ate her cake, pointing out buses as they pulled up at the bus stop outside (Bus, bus, bus!).
Then we got ready to go. She smiled round at the other customers and said “Au revoir”.
We went to the cash desk to pay and as we swung out the door she called back to the man behind the counter “Au revoir, merci”.
on 13 October 2004 at 21:52
And when did she tell the waitress to fuck off?
on 13 October 2004 at 23:40
*insert high-pitched ‘aww’ type noise*
on 14 October 2004 at 11:30
Happy Birthday-And-A-Half Princess. A sweetie for good behaviour.
on 14 October 2004 at 12:23
Silver, thank you. I wil pass on your congratulations to himself. Snort. Heather, double snort. Druid X, Norah, thank you, that’s much more like it. Norah, particular thanks for the sweetie. Incidentally, can I say how much Mr. Waffle and I enjoyed your ode to typing?