We rarely eat fast food. I don't really like the food, and I don't like feeding Cinderella anything that unhealthy.
The last time we got anything from a fast food restaurant, Cinderella got this silly pair of antlers in her meal. They look something like this:
Okay; not really, but you get the idea. It was a pair of antlers, with ears, attached to a head band.
Until you remember where I live.
Anyway, the other day Cinderella was playing her favorite game of "Princess," and I was all excited, thinking I might get to be the Queen.
I thought wrong.
I wasn't even the bad step-sister, like usual.
I was the Prince.
This is usually my husband's role.
He wasn't home.
To crown me the Prince, Cinderella insisted I wear a crown of deer antlers.
I may not be the Queen, but I was the Prince for about 10 minutes.
I think I'll keep looking.
And yes, that is the tag sticking out of the front of Cinderella's shirt. She insisted on wearing it backwards.