You are all invited to Her Highness' coronation. She will be crowned "Highest Drama of All Drama Queens" later this week.
Two days ago, Hail accidentally dropped a rather large rock on Her Highness' foot while playing in the backyard. I know it hurt. She was wearing flip-flops, so there was no protection to the top of her dainty size 10 foot. (Thunder and Lightning both have passed her in shoe size.) She limped to the door, wailing as if someone had cut her foot completely off her body. I saw that it was red and swollen, so I did all the usual Mom tricks: hugs & kisses plus a wet paper towel. For some reason a wet paper towel has always done the trick when it came to boo-boos with my kiddos. Don't ask me what the magical powers are in the water, but it always works.
Fast forward to the next morning... I wake Her Highness up for school and she says, "Momma, my foot is so sore. Can you carry me to the living room please??" So, being the wonderful mother that I am (insert sarcasm, I will do anything to get that child out of the bed in the morning. It takes her FOREVER to wake up and she's ALWAYS late for school.) I humored her and carried her to the couch. It was so sore that I "had" to dress her too. While putting on the first sock she goes like this...
"OOOhhh! Oooohhhhh!!! Be careful! It still hurts REAL BAD! Wait a minute... No, it's my other foot that hurts. Be careful with that one."
I know you all are wondering where in the world she would get this personality trait and to be quite honest, I have no idea.