It was three years ago. She was trying to decide if she wanted to show up on time or make her mother and the rest of us wait a little longer. She had been difficult and obstinate but we loved her anyway. Then about three in the afternoon she finally decided she would show up. She didn’t need anything but what she had and she exited the portal.
Her mother was a little bit more than fed up with her tardiness. Her father anxiously awaited her arrival. We had already had lunch without her and were just settling in for an afternoon of catching up and story telling when she decided to make her grand entrance. Her mother screamed her father almost fainted and the nurse slapped her bottom. The doctor announced her healthy and hearty.
Her family stood around looking at the brand new life. The precious baby girl lying in the crib, feet still black from having her prints taken. There she was, the first born, the first grandchild and the first great grandchild. She blinked her eyes, looked around let out a command and everyone jumped to make sure her bidding was done.
Can't a girl get some privacy?
It is three years later and honestly, nothing much has changed. She is still ordering her servants to do her bidding. She is still proclaiming her independence and she still has all of us wrapped around her little finger.
The Hokey Pokey really IS what it's all about.
Happy Birthday Miss Priss. Nanny and Poppy can’t be there with you today but when we get there we will have another birthday party. I will even make you another exploding Barbie Cake if you want.
I'm ready for my close up Mr. DeMille