I Need A Car With Built-In Cupcake Holders

I'm a little ashamed to admit this, but I stuffed my face at this last party.
It was an extra long one (hour and half) and as usual, in my rush to transform into a princess, I forgot to eat.

Now, piggin' out at a party is extremely unprincess-like, so here's how I'm justifying it:

1. I was not impersonating Winnie the Pooh, therefore my tummy is not allowed to be rumbly.
2. They offered it to me! It'd be rude to refuse. Very unlady like.
3. My wig might fall off if I passed out from hunger (which I'm known to do). This would scar the children for life and must be avoided at all costs.
4. They had mini sandwiches shaped like shoes. Shoes! It would be out of character for Cinderella to decline shoe sandwiches.
5. Because the little girls kept bringing them to me, no one really noticed just how many shoe shaped sandwiches I actually ate...
6. I'm a princess! I eat what I wants, when I wants! RAWR!

The occasional face-stuffing aside, it also seems to be customary for the hosts to send me off with "one for the road". I often end up driving home gingerly holding a pink cupcake with sparkly sprinkles. And while this is not really a fair substitute for a tip, it makes me just as happy.