The British Grenadier

-knock, knock, knock....anyone home?





Oh, look! It's a beautiful princess!



With all the rain we've had around here lately, the little girls set their kingdom up in the living room.

It was plain to see that Emma was the queen.


I stood watching the girls play for a while. I couldn't figure out who or what Annie was. She stood on a little stool, not moving a muscle, silent as a mouse. She stared blankly ahead. Emma moved about the castle, singing away. Annie stood like a robot. She didn't look like she was having any fun at all. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer and asked Emma the puzzling question. "What is Annie doing?"

"She's my guard," Emma answered.- And let me tell you that Annie took that role seriously...very seriously....almost as serious as the British grenadiers guarding Buckingham Palace.



(apparently Mikey was an innocent bystander)

Don't blink, Annie.

Don't itch.

Don't move a stinkin muscle!

Stand VERY still, baby. -and whatever you do, DON'T sneeze yourself off that stool!!