It seems no one is immune from the news of the royal wedding. While I was in the kitchen cooking my ass off for Thanksgiving, my weekend house guests were planted in front of the TV, the parents watching football, the munchkins watching TV in a bedroom.
I decided to check on the girls who were watching a program about the royal wedding and this is what I overheard:
Announcer in a clipped British accent: "The future princess blah blah...."
Kid 1: "I have a princess Barbie."
Kid 2: "I saw all the princesses when I was at Disney. I didn't see her."
Announcer: "Kate will be in royal boot camp to learn protocol."
Kid 1: "My Dad was in boot camp when he was in the Army. He had to walk a lot and do exercises."
Kid 2: "Are they going to make her exercise?"
"What's royal pro-doll?"
Kid 1: "Ummmm, they will make her drop and give them 20. I think pro-doll is something in 4th grade."
Kid 2: "Kayley is in 4th grade, she rides my bus."
Announcer: "Kate will be in school to learn how to deal with royal life".
Kid 1: "I wonder what grade she will be in, probably high school because she looks big."
Kid 2: " Or college. I hope she goes to Ohio State because I have a hoodie from there."
Kid 1: "My dad says boo Buckeyes."
Kid 2: "I wonder if she's going to have a Christmas party at school. We always have good Christmas parties with cookies."
Announcer: "Kate doesn't have a royal pedigree...."
Kid 1: " Ewwww, I never want to be a princess!"
Kid 2: "Why?"
Kid 1: "Because they make you eat dog food, Roxy eats Pedigree. Yuckkkkkkkk."
Kid 2: "My brother ate dog food and he barfed. I don't want to be a princess either."
