The Kid is Alright

Classic exchange with Princess Elizabeth this afternoon:

I say, "Time for dinner." She keeps dancing to whatever Radio Disney is playing. Probably something from HSM2 - if that's the case, who can blame her?

I say again, "Time for dinner." I emphasize this by turning off the radio station and gently turning the Princess in the direction of the table. I turn back to walk into the kitchen and hear a perfectly nuanced raspberry come from Princess E's (normally) cute little mouth.

I whip around and give my classic response, using my totally out-sass a preschooler tone of voice, "I know you didn't just do that to your mama."

Without missing a beat, Princess E gives me her best Cheshire cat grin, grabs the beaded necklace around her neck (E always has bling on) and says in her best fake-incredulous voice, "No, Mom, it was for the necklace. It was getting in my way - I had to fix it." Then a smile - with an eye twinkle.

Apparently, the Princess is quick on her feet as well as a budding comic - she's either going to be a great White House press secretary or the next Kathy Griffin.

Hey, whatever works - I'll support her whatever she does, not only because I love her, but because a highly successful Princess sounds like a much better retirement plan for me than the whole 401k-mutual fund thing these days. Mama's gonna need a facelift and a convertible someday. :-)