The day drew near when the infant must be christened. The king wrote all the invitations with his own hand. Of course somebody was forgotten.
Now it does not generally matter if somebody is forgotten, only you must mind who. Unfortunately, the king forgot without intending to forget; and so the chance fell upon the Princess Makemnoit, which was awkward. For the princess was the king's own sister; and he ought not to have forgotten her. But she had made herself so disagreeable to the old king, their father, that he had forgotten her in making his will; and so it was no wonder that her brother forgot her in writing his invitations. But poor relations don't do anything to keep you in mind of them. Why don't they? The king could not see into the garret she lived in, could he?
She was a sour, spiteful creature. The wrinkles of contempt crossed the wrinkles of peevishness, and made her face as full of wrinkles as a pat of butter. If ever a king could be justified in forgetting anybody, this king was justified in forgetting his sister, even at a christening. She looked very odd, too. Her forehead was as large as all the rest of her face, and projected over it like a precipice. When she was angry her little eyes flashed blue. When she hated anybody, they shone yellow and green. What they looked like when she loved anybody, I do not know; for I never heard of her loving anybody but herself, and I do not think she could have managed that if she had not somehow got used to herself. But what made it highly imprudent in the king to forget her was—that she was awfully clever. In fact, she was a witch; and when she bewitched anybody, he very soon had enough of it; for she beat all the wicked fairies in wickedness, and all the clever ones in cleverness. She despised all the modes we read of in history, in which offended fairies and witches have taken their revenges; and therefore, after waiting and waiting in vain for an invitation, she made up her mind at last to go without one, and make the whole family miserable, like a princess as she was.
So she put on her best gown, went to the palace, was kindly received by the happy monarch, who forgot that he had forgotten her, and took her place in the procession to the royal chapel. When they were all gathered about the font, she contrived to get next to it, and throw something into the water; after which she maintained a very respectful demeanour till the water was applied to the child's face. But at that moment she turned round in her place three times, and muttered the following words, loud enough for those beside her to hear:—
"Light of spirit, by my charms, Light of body, every part, Never weary human arms— Only crush thy parents' heart!"
They all thought she had lost her wits, and was repeating some foolish nursery rhyme; but a shudder went through the whole of them notwithstanding. The baby, on the contrary, began to laugh and crow; while the nurse gave a start and a smothered cry, for she thought she was struck with paralysis: she could not feel the baby in her arms. But she clasped it tight and said nothing.
The mischief was done.


Soon the day for little bouncing Princess to be christened came. Mr. P* was so excited that he decided to plan the whole event himself. Mrs. P* was not thrilled with the idea of her husband planning the event by himself, she knew he was a busy man and something or someone would be forgotten. She begged him to use a party planner, but Mr. P* was a headstrong man and wanted to do it all on his own.

When it came to the day of the party, of course someone was forgotten. Usually this wouldn't be such a big deal. When someone is forgotten, when the mistake is corrected or apologized for, people get over it. The problem with Mr. P*'s mistake was that he forgot his sister. Ms. Grumblegrouse. She was a divorcee in her late fourties. If you know any women like this, the first thing you realize is that they're not pleasant most of the time, with the exception being they have a glass of wine in their hand and a bottle in their stomach. It was too early in the day for this, so obviously she was in a mood. Even though, Mr. P* was not close with his sister, she was still very bitter about the invite that was never sent.

When she arrived at the christening that she was technically not invited to, everyone was very polite and apologetic. Mr. P* gave his sister a huge hug and his wife offerered her a weekend at their beach house for the mistake. Ms. Grumblegrouse was not so accepting of their apologies though, she had something up her sleeve and everyone around her could tell.

After the christening, Ms. Grumblegrouse begged to hold the baby. While Mr. and Mrs. P* were unsure about this, because they knew she had something up her sleeve, but at the same time, she was family and they had forgotten her invite so they handed her over to Ms. G*. As soon as Ms. G* had the baby in her arms, the baby begain to cry, while Mrs. P* reached for her child, Ms. G* pulled her away. After a few short minutes princess began to calm down. The people telling the story later to their friends, family, and tabloids called this the calm before the storm.

Ms. G* had the baby in her arms and gave the small child a lollipop to calm her down, she said. Princess's parents began to object, because their little girl was so young, too young for lollipops, this is when the child began to float above them.