Last night, at one of the many parties that fill the Christmas season with Leo’s family (seriously, there was one year where we had 14 parties on the 12 days of Christmas), there were crackers.
This made me cheerful. Not because I like crispy breadstuffs, but because I like festive explosives with paper hats.
And so does Margaret.
Ellie was more interested in ripping them up, but that is only to be expected of someone of her age and station.
Someone at our table told Margaret that she was a princess, and she said “Now, I’m a King!” My heart melted.