WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 12, 2005
What a Princess Eats
Our three-year-old, affectionately known as Ramona around here, was trying on princess dress-up clothes this morning. I interrupted, in that irritating way mothers do, to ask if she would like some string cheese (aka "cheese sticks" in RamonaSpeak.)
"No," said Ramona. "Princesses don't eat cheese sticks. Princesses only eat brownies. Did you know that?"
I didn't know that. Hmmm . . . there happens to be a pan of brownies sitting on our stove top at this very moment. Coincidence? Or Divine Providence? Perhaps just a princess's sovereign right.
Now, Ramona Tweets and Facebook posts go something like this:
Ramona entered an auto-correct shortcut on her sister's iPod touch. Now when Betsy types NO it auto-corrects to VELOCIRAPTOR.
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I have to admit that I'm equally amused by three-year-old Ramona and the almost-a-teenager version.
6 comments:
*speechless hysterical laughter*
My WORD that girl is an Original. If she was going to take her curtsey at Almack's, that's what they'd say.
Such a wag, that child.
I don't know Melvin C.
Thanks, Tanita. She often keeps me in speechless hysterical laughter, too. :)
Atticus, you need to keep your aliases straight.
I wish I was techno-savvy enough to make an autocorrect shortcut. Also, I wish I could insist on appropriately princessly fare. Ah well! I'm glad Ramona is making the most of it ;-)
Tabatha, Ramona can teach you on all fronts. ;)
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