Like most little girls, mine are obsessed with princesses and princes. From the gowns, the shoes, the crowns, and the ball they love it all. It's so very cute to see them get excited when the princess dances with Prince Charming. We recently watched Beauty and the Beast together and the infuriating opening song gets stuck in my head. Well, Jacob was asking Greg if he could pick up three girls like Gaston could. Greg proved that he could by picking up all of our little daughters. Jacob was quite impressed. I sang off, "He's such a tall, dark, strong and handsome prince!" Lorelei quickly retorted that Dad is not a prince. Well, I beg the differ, and here is why.
A real prince charming comes home from a week long international trip exhausted to a house of sick kids and a sick wife and immediately takes over.
A real prince charming makes chicken noodle soup for his ailing family even though he doesn't know how and doesn't like to cook.
A real prince charming cleans up throw up at great personal risk.
A real prince charming watches the kids so that you can sleep all day to get better.
A real prince charming will run to the grocery store for no other reason than that you really need eggs, milk and bananas and you don't want to drag 4 kids to the store.
A real prince charming still wants to hug and kiss you even if you might throw up on him.
A real prince charming changes mulitple diapers a day without complaint.
A real prince charming doesn't wear a crown, he wears a pair of ladybug antennea and pretends to swat the bug in the room only to discover that it's him that he's trying to hit and falls to the floor to the delight of his captive audience.
My Prince Charming is a real prince charming and I hope Lorelei and the other girls realize that that's the kind you want to have.
Deals
1 year ago

3 comments:
awww, that's so sweet :) Are you guys feeling better?
I think this is my favorite post ever. Its so sweet and adorable. I love it! ;)
Sorry you guys were all sick at the same time!! Hope you're feeling better.
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