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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....