Maybe I should lay off the Snicker's Icecream Bars.....

This weekend we had the honor of babysitting some dear, sweet friends of ours, while their Momma worked.  This brother/sister duet is always packed full of fun and energy when visiting our peanut gallery.  They keep us on our toes, as well as doubled over in stitches, with laughter. 

Upon arriving to our house, my precious sweet girl, and fellow Princess to Her Highness, "Her Majesty" came bouncing into the house, and ran over to hug me.  With our arms locked around each other, Her Majesty looked over at Flash Flood, eating in his high chair, and spoke of how much he had grown.  She then freed one of her arms, so that she could gently touch my belly, while commenting, "Dang, Mrs. Holly!  You just gonna keep on havin' them babies, ain't ya!"

Bert spewed water all over the counter while Her Highness erupted in laughter.  It was one of those cackling laughs too, where she couldn't hardly catch her breath afterwards.  I resisted the urge to run and lock myself in the bathroom for the afternoon... crying... and tried to laugh it off.  Her Highness couldn't let it stop there though.  She, being the proper princess that she is, had to make the socially awkward situation better for her fellow princess, and continued, "Yeah.  I know it does LOOK LIKE there's a baby in there, (touching my stomach the same way Her Majesty had) but, there's NOT! Bwahahahahahahahahahaha!"  She continued cackling, all the way to her royal chambers, where the two princesses played Barbies the rest of the afternoon. 

To console myself, I grabbed a Snicker's Icecream bar out of the fridge.  I smacked away on the delicacy, and pondered why in the world those princesses would think such obviously foolish thoughts.