My mom shouted at me from the living room while I was in the kitchen, “AMIRA! PRINCEWILLIAM IS GETTING MARRIED TO KATE!”. I walked briskly into the living room, stared at the TV screen for a moment or two and wailed dramatically, “PRINCE WILLIAM!! I WANTED TO MARRY YOUUU!!!”

  Prince William. He’s finally proposed to Kate. I’ve got no idea what her full name is but well, it’s Kate.

   So, my mother mentioned that being royal isn’t fun at all. Paparazzi would be at me while I’m wakeboarding. I’d probably have to wear a crown while wakeboarding instead of a helmet. I probably won’t even be able to wakeboard for goodness sake! My P.A would probably come in and say “Today, you have a royal bread fest with the Prince and then we have the royal sunset watching in the evening.” Wow that sounds SOOO fun! –..-

  I figure the conversation about children would be a bit like this: (do add in some kind of British accent into this skit) (Do take it as if Prince William got married to me.)

Me: Darling, if we had a son, can we name him Roger?
Him: Darling! Absolutely NOT! We would want to name him either Harry, Charles, Edward, Baldwin, Henry or Adolph!
Me: WHAT?! WHYY?! It’s so cliché!
Him: Simple darling, you want our sons to be called "Prince Henry, Prince Edward NOT PRINCE ROGER!”
Me: What if we have a daughter?
Him: Darling, we would want to name her Elizabeth. It’s a beautiful and prestigious name. Princess Elizabeth to QUEEN Elizabeth.
Me: What if we have three daughters'?!
Him: Princess Elizabeth the first, Princess Elizabeth the second and Princess Elizabeth the THIRD! :)

  How charming… Royal names. But I still want to marry a Prince.. Or at least someone REALLY rich and smart.