The pictures chronicle my kid's imaginary grand entry to her birthday party. It's patterned after Cleopatra's famous entrance into Rome.
Of course the Emperor officiates.
They raise the banners and an exotic dancer comes out. She doesn't stay long, though...she's just a teaser.
Chariots race out in a zig zag path to clear the area of stragglers.
Bowman run out from every direction and shoot what appear to be arrows into the sky. The crowd gasps.
Tahitian vaheenies run out, do a killer dance to a Polynesian drumbeat, then they scatter.
They're replaced by dancing Ashanti warriors who also dance and scatter, taking care to set off red smoke bombs as they leave.
Equestrians trot into sc., put their beautiful horses through their paces.
Next, a show of one-of-a-kind autos drive through, honking one-of-a-kind horns.
The statue comes to a halt
in front of the emperor.
Nubians lift my daughter's throne.
A carpet is laid down.
And my daughter....descends. She'll pay her respects to the emperor then inside she'll join her friends for a night of dancing.