Tuesday, September 12, 2006

First Story from Terry's Birthday Bash


Before heading out to Crockett Street, we had a delicious dinner at Sartin’s West which serves fabulous seafood at unbelievably reasonable prices. I was happy to discover that they’ve added broiled dishes to their menu. I hadn’t been there in years and, in the past, everything was fried. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.

As you can see in the picture below, Terry was looking lovely at dinner in her princess tiara and pointy purple hat. At one point, she went to the restroom which I could see from my place at the table. She was taking a while and, eventually, two little girls were waiting right outside the door to go in the restroom. I kept watching because I knew the girls (about 4 years old and 6 years old) would be excited to see a princess lady come out of the restroom.

When Terry came out and noticed the little girls, she gave them her most radiant princess smile and I noticed the little girls looking up at her with wonder in their eyes. It was a beautiful thing. Then I noticed Terry rolling her eyes as she walked back to the table.

I said, “That was so cute! Those little girls were so surprised to see a princess come out of the bathroom.”

Terry said, “Yeah, right. When I came out and saw them there, I looked at them and said, ‘I’m a princess.’ The little one hesitated then said, ‘No, you’re not.’ They must have gotten a whiff of what I left in there for them. They knew that didn’t come out of no princess.”

3 comments:

Sylvana said...

That is so adorable. I love tough little girls. They give me hope for the future.

gnightgirl said...

This killed me to death. I'm advertising.

Laurie said...

Sylvana - She was definitely one tough little cookie.

GnightGirl - Groofy.