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!