1. They are not. I'm not a monarch, but husband is not a monarch and there is no monarchy in our history apart from a rumour that we are distantly related to the woman referred to as the "Catholic whore of King George IV". Which we are not according to the chief genealogist in our family. Which is a pity - because everybody likes a salty story in the family tree.
|No frog when kissed becomes a prince|
|She thinks they fit and that's all that matters|
4. My 3 year old wants to be taller so she can drive a cement mixer. I'm proud of her for having the foresight to understand that the cement is always going to be a useful thing and therefore being the driver/operator of a cement mixer is a valid, long term career option. A career like that will always have relevance. Unfortunately, monarchies will not.
|Tiaras are not just for royalty|
I am proud that when you ask Tully what she is she'll answer all sorts of things like "I am hiwarious", or "I am impossible" or "I am orrrrrrrsome". If I say to them "who are my favourite girls in the world?" they'll both answer "ME". They interchangeably hear me refer to them as "my girls", "dudes" or if I'm cross they even hear "GIRLFRIEND WHAT ARE YOU DOING?". I throw my "sweethearts" and my "darlings" and "my beautifuls" and "my gorgeous'" around with the gay abandon of the endearment over user. I have no problem with them understanding that they are beautiful to me in every single way, inside and out.
But they aren't princesses.
They are better than that.