Tea Party Part 1 Time Limits
"Unca Kev!" That was my niece, Marcy. At six years old her pronunciation was great, but she was milking her cuteness for all it was worth. To drive home the point she was mired in the depths of the princess phase her mother, my sister, claimed that all girls that age went through. She was wearing what looked like a Halloween costume with a little poofy pink nylon dress, T-shirt with a picture of standard Disney fare and a weird conical hat with a streamer coming out of the top. She...