April 2, 2009 by Marj Hatzell
Once Upon a time, ther lived this Princess Queen and BLAH BLAH BLAH, old castle and BLAH BLAH BLAH, Handsome Prince. BLAH BLAH BLAH, New Kingdom in more expensive School District. BLAH BLAH, two little princes. BLAH.
Please pardon us while the Queen has a bad attitude due to lack of sleep and much-needed caffeine. Thank you, the Management.
See, the Queen watches kids for a living and has a degree in education and basically loves to be with children and devotes all of her time to the royal offspring, their friends, other loyal subjects that she gets royal compensation to watch and the Royal Home and School Association. Basically, if it is for children, the Queen is there.
And then the newest royal nephew was born.
See, this Prince? For some reason the Queen is more affected than usual. When the other nephews and niece were born, she was all, “OMG! I LOVE THEM!” And this Royal Nephew is no exception. The Queen LOVES this little boy. She LOVES kissing those chubby cheeks and hugging that round body and tickling those dimpled knees and elbows and…what were we saying again? Right. Baby.
Basically, the Queen is going crazy because the Queen desperately wants another one.
Yeah, yeah, the Queen totally gets the whole bleeding to death thing. I mean, it would be a bit of a nuisance if she did that and all. And yeah, she totally gets the whole stressed-out-due-to-lack-of-sleep-and-special-needs thing. But TICK TOCK TICK TOCK (that’s a clock you hear) and BABY BABY BABY.
It’s HIS fault:
I mean, he’s got the Queen. BAAAAD:
You talkin’ to me?
Then there’s these chunky munky knees. Sigh:
The Queen is in trouble.