
Sitting on my grandmother’s lap and eating rhubarb tarts.
Sewing my first dress with my mother.
Watching my father paint.
My first school dance. Eliza Middleton wore a very lovely dress and petticoat.
My mother singing around the house again after my father had passed.
My first kiss. With Beatrice Stuart.
The day I found out I would be studying in Paris.
I find it odd people are under the impression my childhood was so incredibley horrible. Certainly, there were some hardships I do not typically disscuss; however, despite my old age, I still possess very fond recollections.
-MP
Hm. What defines a pet? Dedicated to cuddling? Sloppy eater? Prone to fits of barking?
Does my fiancee qualify for such a position?
-MP
In a world without Andrea, possibly.
And before anyone asks, this too holds true for Jane, the baker. It appears my mininons’ imaginations have been quite busy…
-MP

My personal mentality on this subject stems directly from the advice of my grandmother:
Never be afraid to show them who has the bigger balls. Sometimes that includes cutting theirs off.
It is the best advice I have ever received. Use it as you deem fit. -MP

