After the St. George Marathon, The Princess told me I won. Yep, I won the St. George Marathon. Go me! She is smart enough to have noticed that everyone else that ran also had a medal, but she somehow worked that out in her mind. According to her, I won, even though the other runners got medals too. However, she clarified that I won because I am THE runner.
Apparently, I have abs like Ariel and Jasmine when I am lying on my back. If only. She noted that she too has Ariel-abs when lying down, and then wondered why her belly sticks out (umm, only because she was pushing her ridiculously flat, tone stomach out on purpose) when she sits up. I mentally thanked her for not pointing out that my belly does the same thing when I sit up, yet without trying to push it out.
Last but not least, The Princess told me a few weeks ago that she wants to be a farmer, a doctor, a teacher, a nurse, a worker girl and a hair girl like her aunt when she grows up. She was going to be all those things, a different one every day. Then the other night, she was quite upset and told me she doesn't want to be any of those things because she doesn't want to work until midnight (translation: when it gets dark). I told her she could be a Mommy, then she wouldn't have to be gone until midnight. Yesterday The Princess told Grandma she is going to be a mom who is a writer and a runner when she grows up so she doesn't have to be gone until midnight.
Needless to say, that girl is good for my self-esteem.
RUN: Two more days until my