Zoe's thoughts last week were completely on that of her prince...
Bruce came in after putting the trash out and had met a new neighbor with a 4 year old boy and a 2 year old girl... He told Zoe that they would come over for brunch one weekend. To which Zoe had a lot of questions:
Z: Is he handsome?
Z: Will he be my prince?
later that night the conversation kept going as if it had never stopped:
Z: Is he stupid?
[Mom and Dad beam.. oh good.. she isn't all about the superficial...]
And while I was putting her bed, the conversation continued like this:
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Z: When will I meet my prince? oh, I must meet my prince. I hope he comes soon. Can we go meet with him?
M: I don't know where he lives, but Dad and I will find out.
Z: Lets do that tomorrow.
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