I was talking to Reilly this morning and our conversation turned into this:
“Reilly, I am the Queen of our house and you are the Prince”
“Yes, we are, how come you think we’re not?”
“Mom, you’re not a Queen, you are not dressed like one”
Hmmmmm… I don’t know what is wrong with yoga pants and a t-shirt. Hmmmm… was he expecting a gown, if so, it’s not happening.