Thanks...We Now Return You to the Funny Stuff

First, let me say thanks to all of you for your kind words, hugs and prayers since my last post. They have helped immensely and will continue to be a source of comfort as my dad begins his fight.

So what to do now? I'm a firm believer in the "laughter is the best medicine" theory. Fortunately, most of the time my life is full of really sweet and funny moments like this one.

Princess Elizabeth has found her prince. Or at least a prince. But, in true five-year-old princess form, she will never actually admit that she likes her Prince Charming. If you ask her, she'll roll her eyes, give you this oh-so-exasperated look, and say, "Ugh, Prince Charming is so annoying!" But, step through the doors at church (where we usually see the illustrious prince), and she'll immediately start looking for him.

Of course, when she finds him, she'll run up and whack him with her purse. If the Prince spots her first, he'll run up and smack her on top of the head (I think he's totally smitten by the red hair and just wants an excuse to touch it). Either way, the bickering will commence soon after.

"Prince Charming, stop it!"

"Princess E, you're so mean!"

"Wanna go play on the playground?"

"I'll beat you there!"

And off they go - my beautiful red-headed princess and her handsome, tall (for a six-year-old), blond Prince Charming - smacking each other all the way to the playground. Ah, puppy love - let's hope they survive it without needing any stitches.