Emily wanted to play royalty this morning. She was the Princess. I was the Queen. Meanwhile Nathan pooped and needed to be changed. I got busy with other things and I guess I didn't get around to it quick enough because before I knew it, I was being handed a tray laden with a diaper, wipes, and some butt cream.
"Here ya go, Queen. This is for the King," Emily informed me.
"Deez are MINE's!" The King replied.
Guess we know who's King around here.
8 comments:
Seems like the queen should get to have a servant or two to assist the king, no?
Yes! Splendid idea!
I was thinking the same thing-
Doesn't sound like a job for the Queen.....
I would never change Jerry~
There should go out into all the land a new royal decree that all queens get a day off :)
Motion passed unanimously!
Boy, I like these suggestions you people are coming up with.
Our King Z. over here decided today he was a "baby sea turtle". And "sea turtles no can walk ... crawl!" When we tried to pick him up and carry him he'd yell "put sea turtle down ... no carry me is sea turtle!"
Fun to see his imagination working, but crawling is not always convinient ... like while we were at the mall shoe shopping.
I missed changing the diaper of the little "king" I watch today. I felt horrible when I went to change it after snack and found his whole bottom red! I have a cold, so I couldn't smell it. I felt so bad!
Little Princess #2 here was screaming with ear pain, so I gave her some tylenol and she conked out. (No nap today.) And no Cubbies or Apologetics for Ariana and I. :(
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