Emily and Phoebe

Wednesday, December 13, 2006

Royal Proclamation

I walk into the girls' bedroom. Phoebe is sitting on the top bunk, legs dangling over the edge. "Hello Daddy, I'm the King of Tidying!"

I look down at the floor, where the entire contents of the toy cupboard appear to have been deposited.

"Does that mean that when I come back you'll have tidied everything in here, darling?"

"No, Daddy. I'm the King of Tidying. That means that when I tell you and Emily to tidy you have to do it. Because I'm king!"

The expression on her face can only be described as a smirk.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Phil said...

Nobody even think of saying she gets it from her Uncle. That's just not funny.

5:39 PM  

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