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.