Nation of Conster I hereby declare my household to be the Nation of Conster, presided over by my Royal Self, my Royal Queen, and our two Royal Princesses.

This morning the Nation of Conster was one worthy of its name. The eldest Royal Princess awoke early with a catastrophic failure of her Princess Panties (i.e., pull-ups) and a resulting two-legged, oozing, "we're going to get more messy before we can get clean", Royal Poo. His Royal Highness would have rather worked the stables, where at least He would have the benefit of a pitch fork's distance. I nearly used a whole box of wipes.

Somewhat calmed and looking forward to Royal Cinnamon Rolls, the eldest Royal Princess smote His Highness's jovial mood when deciding to drop and shatter a Royal Bowl. The Royal Broom and Royal Vacuum were called to duty.

By now, the younger Royal Princess had awoken from her beauty sleep, and was requesting her breakfast to be hastily provided. In the midst of cleaning up the shattered Royal Bowl, the Royal King had forgotten to put the Royal Cinnamon Rolls in the Royal Oven. The Royal Queen attempted to assuage the starving Royal Princess with a Royal Banana, but she would not be satisfied.

A day in the life of the Nation of Conster. This is my family, and I wouldn't trade it for anything.

For those of you who don't get it, Nation of Conster = Consternation.

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