Stinkeye, party of one

So a few hours before the expensive big party my darling girl would have at the Little Gym, in honor of her fourth birthday, I told her she had to nap so she would act nicely all day and not get in any trouble with me for lack of manners or what have you. She glowered. Lord Honey looked at her angry face and said "is that a unibrow I see?" She scowled more deeply and replied with withering scorn "it's a stinkeye, Daddy."

But she cheered up and faked a nap, and dressed up in her finery.









With all the new princesses in the house, poor Ken is plumb worn out. Just because we live in a state known for plural marriage does not mean we must all live in a state of plural marriage. I think I better get some more princes.