October 08, 2009
A conversation this morning:
The nine year old, draped in towels: "Look! I'm royalty!"
Self: "Yes, I really think you must believe that sometimes."
Posted by Robert at October 8, 2009 07:34 AM
My four year is quite serious in her plan to become Queen when she grows up. I don't think she cares whether this is accomplished by marrying royalty or by violent overthrow of the government some where. I supposed I should try to stay on her good side.
*Four* queens? Don't you have *three* girls? Surely you cannot be including Mrs. Robbo in with the over-the-top behavior?
Ah, excuse me, but Mrs. Robbo is what we would call THE Queen. The other three are merely pretenders...