But I have royalty living under my roof; it is a Lebanese Princess.
I had only just weaned off my son (he can now navigate through most of Beirut on his own with our intricate service system) when the Lebanese Princess announced her arrival on the Socialite Scene. I know that in the States girls are introduced to society at the age of maturity. Country bumpkins they are, compared to their Lebanese counterparts. They do it a little earlier here. This Lebanese Princess at age 5 is networking like there is no tomorrow.One of her main issues is not about getting a new Barbie doll, but about having a driver. “So how come we can’t have a driver?”
And so I would like to share with you her agenda of the last week. Maybe you will have pity on me. You should. It’s not easy living with Lebanese royalty.
The Princess decides she is in for a haircut. And while her Mom escorts her to the hairdresser, the princess throws in a brushing as well. “Yes, that’s okay,” she says, as the hair dresser shows her the results.
The Princess decides that she wants to be ‘Tinkerbell’ for Halloween, and she says she needs to go to the dressmaker (‘like now, duh”) to pick out textiles, and have her measurement taken. Mom has to escort her.
Princess has a birthday and so Mom has to chauffeur her to and from the venue.
Princess is invited for yet another birthday and so Mom has to chauffeur her to and from the venue again.
Mom is left alone on the parking lot with the shopping bags. She has just enough time to walk the Princess’s dog, before she is off to buy a present for a girl, because ...
Yes, your highness.
When can I legally marry her off?