For She Is A Pirate Princess!
And it is, it is, a wonderful thing to be a pirate princess!
Behold, ye swabs and scallywags, the Crown Princess of Transshipped Goods...a few months late, on account of someone having broken her arm after falling from the monkey-bars at recess right before our officially scheduled return trip to Nasty Jack's Antiques.
Anyway, she was her usual cute self, and the photographer had a ball shooting her while Baba and Mama finished changing (with varying degrees of success). She was a good little model, very photogenic and helpful. As you can see, she was trying hard not to burst out into delighted squealing laughter right when this was taken:
Not sure what we'll do next trip, but she was eagerly fondling this bright pink feather boa she spotted, so it'll be Gangster and Molls, most likely.
Behold, ye swabs and scallywags, the Crown Princess of Transshipped Goods...a few months late, on account of someone having broken her arm after falling from the monkey-bars at recess right before our officially scheduled return trip to Nasty Jack's Antiques.
Anyway, she was her usual cute self, and the photographer had a ball shooting her while Baba and Mama finished changing (with varying degrees of success). She was a good little model, very photogenic and helpful. As you can see, she was trying hard not to burst out into delighted squealing laughter right when this was taken:
Not sure what we'll do next trip, but she was eagerly fondling this bright pink feather boa she spotted, so it'll be Gangster and Molls, most likely.