Princess

The really fun thing about only having girl cousins living in town is that there is no shortage of princess gear and girly toys around.

C$ found a crown from G's princess party and knew just what to do with it. I am saving these pictures to embarrass him on his first date, or at his rehearsal dinner, but I didn't want to be selfish and not share them with my 20 readers first...

Don't kid yourself, buddy. Putting it on backwards doesn't make it any less glittery.

At least he was a kind princess. He played with his royal subjects.

He picked up after himself.

He smiled for the paparazzi.

He wanted to make sure his Princess title was always visible.

Yep. (Disregard the mess in the back. I still haven't cleaned up all of his toys from his birthday. Don't judge me. We're working on a playroom so that we can hide this mess upstairs we have a nice place for him to play with all of his toys).

At the end of the day, C$ knows who the real princess of the house is. More like the Queen B but whatever.