7am

Papa’ gives Bee her bottle and places her in our bed. All of the sudden Bee stops drinking and says:

“Marry a Prince…”

Ehm… a bit perplexed I reply “Pardon darling? What did you just say?”

“Marry a Prince!”

“Oh you want mummy to marry a Prince?”

“No, Beatrice marry  Prince”

…

“Awww… Ok darling… good luck!”