The (future) King and I :)


I love being a baby, and I love looking at other babies too. We are all so different, but we are also all the same. Our basic needs are the same, no matter where we are born, who our mummy and daddy are, or how rich or poor we are. Usually our needs are met, and we grow, learn, and blossom quickly like little flowers. I look at all the little babies out and about who are with their mummies or nana’s, and we catch each other’s eye, and we both know what each other is thinking. Usually, ‘where’s my dinner, where’s my drink, gosh I’m sleepy, gosh I’m bored, mummy please no more shops!’

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I’ve been looking at a lovely little baby boy with my mummy, on the Internet, called George. What a cool name, it’s the same as Peppa Pigs brother, I’d love a name like that! Anyway, he has been in a country such a long, long way away called New Zealand. With his mummy and daddy of course! But what on earth is he doing over there? And lots of pictures we were looking at showed him meeting lots of people. Now I love people, and meeting them, but I get worn out after smiling at a few in a coffee shop with mummy! Poor George must be exhausted! His mummy is very pretty, but to me, my mummy is too. His daddy is very handsome, but my daddy is to me too.

I don’t think he has any brothers or sisters, but he never looks lonely. I hope he has lots of toys, and goes on long walks like I do. Mummy says she remembers his daddy when he was a baby, sorry mummy, but that must have been soooo long ago! Mummy says George looks just like his daddy did when he was a baby. Mummy looked a bit sad then, and told me a story about a beautiful lady who was the most beautifullest, prettiest lady in the world. And how she married her Prince, and became a Princess! And how everybody loved her, and wanted to look like her, and dress like her and everything. She told me that this beautiful Princess was George’s nana, and was called Diana and how she died in a horrible car crash long, long before George was born. How terrible! George has never met his nana! That is so very sad. 

Mummy showed me photos of George, in the newspaper, and talked about how special he was, but she told me how special I am too. She said all babies are special. Ans all babies cry, and poop, and need cuddles, and love, no matter who they are! 

Mummy then told me that little George was going to grow up to be a King one day! A King!? No way, I thought, a real King! Mummy had told me a real life fairytale story, and I just thought he had a cool name. But tonight, George will still need his bottle, and he nappies changed, and his favourite teddy, and cuddles from his mummy, just like I do. Just like every baby does. But as he grows, our lives will be so very, very different from each other’s. Worlds apart. I do like his name, but I am very glad that I’m me 🙂 

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  1. Awww this is soooooooo Sweet! 🙂 Prince George is sooo cute as is Little Pickle! #BinkyLinky

  2. Aww this is a really cute post, made me smile 🙂


  3. A lovely post. I’m not one for the royal family, but I can’t help liking Kate, Willian and George! Thanks for linking up #binkylinky

  4. This is really sweet. I hope prince is getting plenty of time to enjoy just being a baby.
    Thanks for linking up with #BinkyLinky

  5. So true he is the king but he is still a baby and he needs things that babies needs! This is such a cute post. #binkylinky

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