Prince Peeper

It was about 94 degrees outside this evening, when I finally couldn't put off the grocery story any longer. Peeper was wearing her prince "costume" and didn't want to change, so I let her keep it on.

I figure I'm either the Worst Mother Ever or the Coolest Mother Ever.

Of course, she was the belle - um, beau - of the ball, but I did have the following conversation with one employee:

 He said, "Oh, it's the Burger King Princess!" and I said, "Actually, she tells me that she's a prince, and I'm not arguing with her."

 He then said something along the lines of, "I just can't call a female a 'prince,'" so I told him, "Well, sometimes she tells me she's a puppy, and I don't argue with that, either."