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.