We went to a wedding on Saturday, which is astonishing given that we have missed something like a dozen weddings in the last five years due to pregnancy and small children. But, it was an afternoon wedding that welcomed children. So, we packed all three kids in the car and drove them out to spend an hour sitting angelically in a full Mass and then three hours being utterly charming in a loud crowd of people.
Or, because we are not completely crazy, we got a sitter for the boys and just brought the baby, who can be shut up with a well-placed nipple in her mouth. I had a whole five minutes to get ready for the event, donning a lovely dress I bought at one of Santa Monica’s designer consignment shops, with Spanx underneath to diminish my bulging and rolling. I did put on a few sparkly things and a pair of strappy shoes, and then I came out to say goodbye to the boys.
Benjamin looked up from whatever he was destroying on the kitchen floor and let loose with a wide, enchanted smile. “Mommy,” he enthused, “you princess!”
And that is why, on Sunday, I responded to posting by a local woman who was selling a used Tinkerbell costume in just his size. Because flattery will get you everywhere.