So, when Daddy and Daughter went on their date, Momma and Son had some one-on-one time together. This hasn't happened since last summer when Birdie had some gymnastics classes. Anyway, we had a wonderful time, just the two of us. He is the easiest, happiest little dude ever. As long as he has a car in one hand and a drink or snack in the other, he's pretty happy. We did lots of chores and lots of playing. He then came up to me with Birdie's Tiffany ring box.
My 4-year-old keeps a Tiffany ring box in her room.
What's your point?
Have you forgotten she's a real-life princess?
Anyway, he came up to me, opened the box (after he found a ring in her vanity), put the ring on my finger, and said...wait for it..."That makes you a princess, and I'm your prince."
Dude, you are gonna make one little lady pretty darn happy in a few years.
Since I made such a big deal about how cute and sweet he was, he did it again a few days later, and I just had to take a picture.