We were in the video shop this afternoon getting a few movies as Sahara is a bit sick and after a verrry long selection process, we were standing in line behind a girl who was a little bit overweight and had long golden hair, some if it held up in a pink sparkly barrette. Sahara, who had been talking loudly the entire time we were in the shop announced loudly
"Wow, that girl has very beautiful hair"
"Yeah, she does" I agreed.
"AND she has a beautiful pink princess thing in it"
"Mmm" I said.
"...but princesses aren't usually so big, are th- OWW! Mum! Why did you stand on my foot?"
"Huh? Did I? Sorry, my mistake"
"Ok... So I asked if princesses can be so - MUM! You did it again!"
"Really? Maybe you should go wait by the bike incase it happens again"
"I don't want t- OW! ...Ok..."
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The best princesses are full and ripe like a juicy peach. The other princesses are one hard winter away from being mistaken for praying mantises and saw holes in their silk dresses with their bony elbows and juttying pelvises. They are to be pitied and prayed for and fattened up so that one day they will be QUEENS.
Don't argue with me or I'll sit on your slender leg and break it.
I passed the message on to her and she giggled hysterically behind her hand. She's somewhere through the house now, still giggling in a most disturbing manner. In grandma's room now as I type this repeating this to her, amidst giggles.
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