Hmpf!

Hmpf!  We hear that a lot of that around our house.  It’s usually accompanied by a very dramatic pump of the shoulders as the princess exits the room.  Apparently her royal highness doesn’t usually like the way we minions do her bidding.  I don’t think that we live up to her standards very much, so we hear the “Hmpf” a lot.

We like the Disney version of princesses around here, the ones that are kind and nice to everyone- especially birds and woodland creatures, and don’t throw a little fit when something doesn’t go their way.  Hubby has decided that he is not going to condone this almighty behavior, so when she does that she has to go to the corner.

The other night, as they were getting ready for bed, something didn’t go the way she thought it should, so she got upset and threw her shoulders up in a huff and “Hmpf!!”ed, except on her  way back down she remembered that she wasn’t supposed to do that anymore.  So as she cried while standing in the corner, she wailed, “I wish I hadn’t humpfed!”  Yes, don’t we all, Princess, don’t we all.