Many, many years ago, during my single days at Branbury an inside joke was born. I thought it would be funny to tell my friends that I was a member of the Royal family of Honduras, about 20th in line for the crown (if it ever came to that).

Mostly, people didn’t believe it, and I didn’t really try to perpetuate it, but the inside joke sort of caught on and “Honduran Prince” became one of my many nick-names (including, but not limited to Brown Blur, and Crazy Brown Guy). Keep in mind… there is NO royal family in Honduras.

Our friend Billy, put this epic picture together a few years back, depicting me in my royal environment.

Sometime last year, Brent and I had his roommate Todd going about my Royal heritage. For almost an hour we had him believing that I traveled to Honduras once a year for the annual royal ball, and that I received a monthly stipend from the royal treasury. It was sad… but funny!

Anyway, so sifting through some sites tonight, I came across this, and it hit me instantly, my daughter will too be a part of this (fictional) royal family:

I’m not too much a fan of the design or look… but love the nickname “Honduran Princess.”

That being said, I saw this at the mall the other day, and I want it.

(I would also like to point out, that I am as much El Salvadoreño as I am Hondureño)