My baby girl wrecked her bicycle and became an instant drama queen. I think I told her to “suck it up”. I’m so sympathetic.
God save the Drama Queen! Let it go, child. It was just a bicycle wreck.
The Queen celebrated her 6th birthday with one angel food cake and one huge whompin’ whoopie pie.
And then proceeded to give her cousin holy hum for something that ticked her off…yes…still the Drama Queen.
The Queen found out what the peons do when she interned as a short order cook. (and when I say, “short”, I say it literally as she needs a stool to reach the stove.)
The Queen swam in her underwear as previously mentioned.
Spent some quality time with Pete, her royal donkey.
The Queen ordered her older brothers to boat her around the pond, like the royalty that she is…
so, she could do a little fishing. With her busy schedule and all those duties as the Queen, she finds it hard to find time for herself.
With her grand palace to look after…the Queen is so busy.
She just has to make time for fishing. And dear Queen…you really need to ditch the ratty, dirty, torn purple shirt. Don’t you have something better fit for the Queen that you are?
Ahhh…yes, that’s much better. Don’t wrinkle your nose at me! I am, after all, the original Queen’s Mum.
So many things to comtemplate in life…what’s a Queen to do?
Yep, that’s what I thought…fishing is good for the Queen’s soul.