My sweet, darling, adorable red-headed six-year-old, E, never ceases to astound me. But not always for good reason.
Here’s an exchange between her and her older sister, L, while they stirred up strawberry jello.
E: It’s blood.
L: No, it’s a flood.
E: It’s a flood of blood.
L: No, it’s a strawberry flood.
E: It’s a flood of strawberry blood.
I have no words…
Then another time I grabbed her hand and started trimming her fingernails. L walked in and E said, “Look at what the royal servant is doing.”
It took me a moment to register what she’d said. Then I looked up. “Did you just refer to me as ‘the royal servant’?”
She said, “Yes,” in her most regal tone. “I am the queen.”
Creative little so-n-so.
Just to get her back, I’ll share this photo. Many readers have said that a lot of these stories will be great blackmail for when my kids are teenagers. This is most definitely one of those stories/posts.
Behold, Her Royal Highness on her throne, reverse view.