A Fairy Princess Party

Little kids and weddings...there's just always going to be something hilarious that happens when the two are stirred together.  I spoke with my sister yesterday and this is the latest on one of her grand girls.  Last weekend my niece Suzanne and her mom were headed to Fredericksburg to work on plans for Suzanne's upcoming wedding in November.  Suzanne--better known as Aunt SuSu--has asked Hudson, Hadley, and Avery to be in the wedding and was trying to talk to Avery about why she was heading out of town.

Aunt SuSu told Avery "I'm going with GoGo out of town to work on wedding plans".  Avery: "Whyyyy?"  Aunt SuSu :  "So it will all be ready in November".  Avery: "Whyyyyy?"  Aunt SuSu:  "I'll be back Sunday."  Avery: "Whyyyy?"   Sooo, you get the drift.  At two, Avery just has no real clue what a wedding is, so Aunt SuSu decided to go another direction.  She told Avery she was going out of town to plan a "Fairy Princess Party" and Avery was going to come to the party and wear a special Fairy Princess dress.  Ding..ding...ding!!  We have a winner.  Avery lit up and was all about that idea.  A Fairy Princess Party???  Oh, hell, yeah.  Brilliant, Aunt SuSu.

I remember years ago when the boys were really little, Mary's daughter, (our next door neighbor) Katherine, got married, and Mary and her husband, Parks, wanted the boys to come, so we took them.  Both boys were great during the wedding--we promised them cake if they were good.  So, cut to the Reception.  Here we are with Brian maybe 5 and Benji maybe close to 2.  They are dressed in the matching little outfits that Fred's parents had gotten them on a trip to Germany.  They looked so adorable I could have eaten both of them but whatever.

 So, we take the boys over to see Katherine in her big white dress and veil.  All is good until Katherine drops down to talk to the boys.  Brian's eyes got huge, he slams it in reverse, and Benji starts wailing and climbing me like a baby monkey climbing a tree.  And then Katherine tries to comfort them.  Oh, Lord.....the screaming went up another octave.  I guess they thought Katherine was the Evil Queen or something and everyone laughed.  At this point, we couldn't even sell them on the idea of cake.  They just wanted out of there so we said our hasty goodbyes.  Mary and I still laugh about it to this day.  And I think I  still have those little suits packed away, too.  Nothing like a good wedding trauma.  :)