I’m not keen on the whole-every-girl-is-a-princess phenomenon. It conjures up images of spoiled brats, with an entitlement mentality, fluffy pink dresses, and gaudy jewels. But that’s just me.
Mr. French, knowing how I felt about it, loved to bring it up to tease me. Usually, it was in the sense of doting on Felicity. And he usually got the reaction he was hoping for.
But I’ve noticed, as Felicity has shown her demanding, narcissistic 2-year-old self, that the tone has shifted towards the sarcastic.
This morning, I was still in bed, (have I mentioned that I’m pregnant?) when she came in asking for a piece of bread.
“Okay,” I said. “Can Daddy get it for you?”
With that, she was gone. I figured it would be a simple transaction. Within a few minutes, Mr. French and S walked into the room, sighing and saying something about girls being difficult.
“What’s the matter?” I asked. “Didn’t she just want a piece of bread?”
“Well, at first we thought she wanted bacon, but then we realized she just wanted ham.” said Mr. French.
“So, what is she eating?”
“A piece of ham on half a raisin bagel.” He said with a sigh. “Because that’s what the princess wanted.”