Each fall Ava’s preschool sends home a star-shaped questionnaire for the parents to fill out and the child to decorate. In the center of the star is a spot for the child’s picture and each point has a question.
The top of the star reads: “When I grow up….”
Last year Ava responded that she wanted to drink pop and be a good girl.
Tonight she tilted her head to the right and said, “I wanna be queen.”
Perhaps that explains this.
And here I thought she was a wannabe mountain-climber in the land of lakes.
Oh, Ava…..perhaps SHE will be the next woman President!
Ava, so funny! We just visited the queen over here and you are much cuter than she is!:) You would make a great fairy princess queen:)
She definately doesn’t have a fear of heights!
Oh MY! Won’t you have your hands full as the maid/loyal subject!
Too cute, your Highness!
(Both literally and figuratively, I suppose.)
That’s a tall order to raise a queen! Do you think you’ll get to ride the QE2 for free?
oh my goodness, weren’t you a bit nervous with her up there?
Hey Rachel,
I am looking forward to meeting you tomorrow, but are you still going to be able to make it? I saw on MckMama’s site she’s expecting you at 10:30 and she’s a long way from GE…