A new arrival...

Little Girl: Diana, Princess of Wales, will you please deliver this message to God?
DPoW: Why, yes sweet thing.  What does it say?
Little Girl: Why are the flowers so large in this garden? 
DPoW: Oh, honey..I can answer that one for you!  You're dead!  In heaven, flowers are the size of small dogs!  Watch out for the horse-sized ants though, they're not as nice as you'd expect them to be in heaven! 
Little Girl: What!?  But what about my parents?
DPoW: Sorry sweetness, but they sold you to a crack riddled prostitution ring and you overdosed on heroin at the tender age of 6.  Have a good day! 

Baby Diana...so young and so dead.

Baby Diana...

Your tiarra and rose make you seem so innocent. Little did you know of the troubles and the beanie babies that would lay in your future. I also really like your soccer-mom baby haircut.