Thursday, March 10, 2011

Look, Gramma! It's a Princess

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Prom is a month away and the drama has started for real (actually, I think it started back in December) and an overheard conversation brought back this memory of my oldest grand-daughter from a couple of years ago:




I had forgotten how hard taking two small children to the grocery store could be. K decided not to ride in the cart, but "walk" beside me. Now, as anyone with knowledge of 4-year-olds can tell you, they seldom walk. She skipped, she twirled, she slid. At one point she ran ahead of me down the aisle.

And came to a dead stop.

She slowly turned around, her eyes huge, and whispers, "Gramma, it's a princess!"

And sure enough, when I got closer, there stood a princess--pink taffeta dress, ruffles, wrist corsage, tiara, the whole nine yards.

"Where are they going?" K. asked as she watched them leave the store.

"Where do you think?"

"To the ball..."

If only there had been a horse and carriage outside....

7 comments:

  1. What a wonderful memory! I can just imagine K.s look of awe.

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  2. Beautiful! I could picture the wide-eyed awe of 4 year-old K. A real, life princess!

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  3. Oh, that's the best story/memory. You told it well, too. I can't wait to share it with some friends.

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  4. I love how your lead sets the scene and allows you to stick to describing the moment, rather than belaboring the details at the end. How adorable! I bet that teenager would've loved to know she was the object of a princess-sighting.

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  5. "And came to a dead stop" for me is a great description of how 4 year olds react. They are either in full speed ahead or stopped totally because something sparkly, like a princess, has captured their attention! Nice memory!

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  6. Oh my gosh, what a delight. That prom going probably made your granddaughter's day.

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  7. Ditto all the comments above.
    Once a group of us from the drama department put on plays for the local elementary schools. As we didn't have to be back at school at any particular time, we stayed in costume from our Cinderella play and went down to the Mall and asked to try on their "glass slippers." Goofy, goofy teenagers. When I finally got back to school, about an hour late, my biology teacher asked me where I had been. When I confessed my truancy to try on "glass slippers," he said, "But you were supposed to be here." I cried.

    Maybe the four-year olds stick around inside even though the bodies get bigger and bigger? I felt like a four-year old that day. You write so well about that experience. Thanks for triggering a memory!

    Elizabeth E.
    http://peninkpaper.blogspot.com/

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