Gorgeous Millie has been our saving grace this summer. Two mornings a week, we visit with good friends and enjoy the greatest collection of toys ever assembled. My mom is especially fond of the neverending supply of English breakfast tea. She did not become a victim of the latte machine, luckily.
The moms at Gorgeous Millie love me. And I love all of the praise I get for being the sweetest boy. The moms ask: how did you get him to be so articulate? well mannered? gentle? (Hint: turn off the tv and read some books. easy as pie.)
I mostly play with the girls. I like to dress in high heels and wave my wand about. I can even run in heels now! That really impresses the moms . . . but not so much my mom.
Now that I am a big kid, I play nicely with the little ones. I am not sure when I became the role model though but I take my responsibility very seriously.
Sadly, Gorgeous Millie closes for the summer next week. Then what?
If I cannot be a princess much longer, I can always be a firefighter. Here I am reporting for duty on Monday. I impressed the crew during the fire safety lecture with my story about that time our fire alarms malfunctioned (remember that debacle?) and the other time that my neighbors burned down their house when their parents weren't home.
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