A few days ago, the princess awoke before the rest of us were ready to get up. I convinced her that it was not "wake up time" and she climbed into bed with Prince Charming and myself. We dozed some. We chatted some. We giggled some. When the prince awoke, he joined us. After awhile, we told them that we had to get up and get ready to take Prince Charming to the airport. The whining began.
Princess: I don't want Daddy to leave.
Prince Charming: It's only for a week, and I'll be back.
Me: And when Daddy gets back, I get to leave. (not really, but it sounded good.)
Princess: (with great distress and real tears) NOOOOO!!! We'll starve. Daddy only knows how to make cereal and grilled cheese.
I guess that means I have job security.
Disclaimer: Prince Charming is actually a very good cook and has many dishes in his repertoire.
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