This morning when Youngest Daughter woke up, she wandered into the kitchen and climbed onto my lap at the table.
YD: Which is the leg that hurts?
Me: The one that you aren’t sitting on.
(YD pets the other leg like it’s a cat.)
YD: Poor, poor leg. Poor, poor leg.
A little later she was describing her planned Halloween costume – a ballerina princess.
YD: I’m going to wear a royalous crown!