At 4:30 this afternoon, Lucy began referring to herself as "the Princess." She was wearing a long gold gown, a crown with crazy chiffon...thingies hanging off of it and the usual high-heeled, plastic mules.
"The Princess is really thirsty."
"The Princess needs a snack."
"The Princess wants some macaroni."
"Is this an early dinner? The Princess wants an early dinner."
After bath: "Look, Mom, the Princess is not stinky. I'm a princess burrito."
"Nooooo, not bedtime. Actually, the Princess is not tired."
"The Princess wants to read Arnie the Donut." Again.
The Princess went to sleep some time between 10:15 and 10:59.
The Court is very tired.