Since getting the small role in the show, Princess has leaped and jump her way through my house. Which means that since she is named after me, she inherited some of my less graceful attributes. Which means that she's only run into the wall four times in the past week, while leaping and jumping through the house. Does it make me a bad parent that I have to bite my tongue not to laugh, especially since she busted a gut the other day when I fell down the stairs?
But here are the pics from the auditions, such a happy day for her, and me even though they promptly handed me the fundraiser forms and rigid rehearsal schedule....dang
