At its core, this back-to-school saga is a reminder that royalty is just like us—except their school fees cost more than our annual rent and they have a coat of arms instead of a family sticker on the minivan. George is probably stressing about his Latin homework; Archie is likely complaining that “tea” is not a meal, it’s a drink. And somewhere, Queen Camilla is knitting them matching sweaters with the words “I survived Year 6” embroidered in gold thread.
The Royal Children Reunite: Prince George beams with joy as Lilibet and
But here’s the surprising fact: Eton actually has a super-secret society called “Pop”—a group of prefects who get to wear brightly colored waistcoats and carry canes. Canes! For show! It’s like a Victorian boy band. Meanwhile, the Sussex kids are probably learning mindfulness and yoga at their U.K. school, because every playground needs a little Namaste between kickball and tattling.
So raise a glass of organic apple juice to Prince George, Archie, and Lilibet—three tiny royals navigating the jungles of homework, cafeteria politics, and the sheer terror of being related to each other. The only question left is: who’s going to tell them that in Eton, you’re not allowed to wear jeans on “mufti day”? The horror. The absolute horror.
