Beautiful Queen Mother... Yes, that's what I make my kids call me when they REALLY want something. I love it, and they are still young enough that they say it without rolling their eyes too much.
And then today at church they totally made my day.
Jennica hands me this drawing she made. It's me (clearly), because I am the queen. Those are not b o o b s, they are puffy sleeves. (I don't want to actually spell out the word because I'm afraid of what kind of nutters might hit my blog searching on b o o b s and Queen..)
Noah followed Jennica's lead and made me this drawing next. Yes, I am the claw hands, hiking boots Queen. And I have really long, curly, sideburns. But I'm still a queen...
Next came this note from Jennica:
And then, not to be outdone... this one from Noah, he's referring to after church when we've changed out of our nice clothes.
They are such sweet kids I decided to give them piggy back rides. It was hard for Aaron to hold on when I galloped.
My kids are so great. They are, after all, beautiful princes and a princess.