Spring was finally breathing life back into the frozen valleys of Alberta, but inside the royal estate, the shifting season felt less like a gentle awakening and more like an absolute chaotic explosion.
My six little monsters were scattered across the massive, plush velvet play rugs in the grand pavilion like overly hormonal chickens in a chaotic coop. Of course, when I say scattered, I meant they were round, chubby, and constantly wriggling on their bellies like aggressive little fish out of water. Not a single one of them could keep their head, legs, or tiny padded bums still for more than three seconds.
