Before 8
Amy woke up this morning and wondered into the kitchen where I was fixing breakfast with Michael.
"Good morning Princess Amy!" I said happily.
There was silence as she glowered between strands of unruly hair. "Mommy, you FORGOT my name."
Oh yes. I had forgotten. Yesterday, she announced she was now "Queen Esther." I freely admit I didn't think it would last beyond the evening.
"Oh, excuse me, Queen Esther, I'm very sorry I forgot your name."
With a toss of her head, she acknowledged my mistake, but Michael didn't.
"No, 'Pincess' AMY" shouted Michael (he's very routine oriented and this is what I ALWAYS call Amy in the morning).
"No, Michael, I'm QUEEN ESTHER!" retorted Amy.
"No, 'Pincess' Amy," persisted Michael.
"Oh no, I'm a QUEEN!" Amy was not to be demoted.
I'm not sure where the question of sovereignty would have ended had I not announced that breakfast was ready and quickly shifted the focus onto a united effort to get food onto the table...
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During breakfast this same morning Amy suddenly announced she needed to use the bathroom.
"Mommy, make sure you watch my food continuously to keep Michael from eating any of it. And If Michael puts any of my food into his mouth don't let him spit it out. He's eating nannas and I am 'lergic to nannas so don't let him spit the food out."
To my knowledge, I've never let my children eat regurgitated food but glad she's being extra cautious.
"Good morning Princess Amy!" I said happily.
There was silence as she glowered between strands of unruly hair. "Mommy, you FORGOT my name."
Oh yes. I had forgotten. Yesterday, she announced she was now "Queen Esther." I freely admit I didn't think it would last beyond the evening.
"Oh, excuse me, Queen Esther, I'm very sorry I forgot your name."
With a toss of her head, she acknowledged my mistake, but Michael didn't.
"No, 'Pincess' AMY" shouted Michael (he's very routine oriented and this is what I ALWAYS call Amy in the morning).
"No, Michael, I'm QUEEN ESTHER!" retorted Amy.
"No, 'Pincess' Amy," persisted Michael.
"Oh no, I'm a QUEEN!" Amy was not to be demoted.
I'm not sure where the question of sovereignty would have ended had I not announced that breakfast was ready and quickly shifted the focus onto a united effort to get food onto the table...
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During breakfast this same morning Amy suddenly announced she needed to use the bathroom.
"Mommy, make sure you watch my food continuously to keep Michael from eating any of it. And If Michael puts any of my food into his mouth don't let him spit it out. He's eating nannas and I am 'lergic to nannas so don't let him spit the food out."
To my knowledge, I've never let my children eat regurgitated food but glad she's being extra cautious.
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