Ok, as promised, a Wednesday funny.

For quite a while now, Josh has taken to calling the little girls his “princesses”. (My girls are obsessed with princess anything, which is how it started). He calls Maggie his “princess from Vietnam” and he calls Amana his “princess from Korea”, and since Belane has been home, she has been dubbed Daddy’s “princess from Ethiopia.”

The girls love it and it really sticks…if I say to Belane, “Come here princess,” she’ll counter with, “from Ethiopia” every time. It’s adorable.

But this funny is about Maggie.

We have a huge map of the Earth on our dining room wall…with all of the countries labeled and all of their flags in a chart underneath. The kids love it, and we have lots of fun conversations centered around the map. All of the kids know how to find Vietnam, Korea, Ethiopia and quite a few others, as well as their flags.

Right before the holidays (and her dang appendix decided to burst) I was hanging out with Maggie by the map, and she showed me (again) where Vietnam is. She started talking about how we are going to go there when she is older (which I tell her often) and she got to deciding who she was going to sit next to on the plane (me and Mercy in case you are wondering).

Then she got a really serious look and said, “Mom, it is really important that I go visit Vietnam.” I got all emotional, thinking she had some deep, meaningful reason for why it was important for her to return to the place that she was born…however…

When I asked her “why” it was important for her to go back to Vietnam she put her hands on her hips and said (in a "duhh-you are an idiot" tone), “Well Mom….I AM their princess…EVERYONE there is going to want to see me!”

Ikes.

I think Maggie has grand delusions of arriving in Vietnam to a red carpet and cheering crowds and doves being released into the air…

Daddy’s princess indeed.