Each afternoon, as I drive Her Highness home in the royal limousine (known to us commoners as a mini-van) we discuss the typical after-school topics, well, typical for Her Highness that is... Most days she chats away about the oh-so-important details of classmate's new hairstyles, which boys got sent to time-out, and who broke the latest jump-rope record during PE.
Sometimes I have to interrupt, to learn about the areas in which I am actually concerned, such as: how she did on her spelling test; did she finish her book report in class; and did she eat her lunch or talk the entire time and stuff the left-overs back into her lunch box, as she does most days.
Yesterday, Her Highness spilled a little secret she had been keeping since kindergarten. The conversation went something like this:
Me: Did you have time to eat today, or did you talk too much again?
Her Highness: Yes ma'am.
Me: But did you actually eat the whole thing? Sandwich and all?
Her Highness, with her chocolate brown eyes wide and sparkling and HUGE smile, like she was about to bust if she didn't get this next sentence out... finally... after a whole year and a half of keeping it from me: Momma, I'm gonna tell you something, now. I ate my dessert FIRST. You know I LOVE brownies! So, I did. I ate it first.
Me: You little sneak! You know you're supposed to eat your sandwich and fruit before you eat your dessert!
Her Highness: Well, Momma there's more. I've always done that. Since way back in kindergarten. Always eat my sweet stuff FIRST, then the other... if I have time.
She was still grinning, ear to ear, and so proud that she had lived a double life all that time. Good little rule-follower in every other area of her life, except this one. Truth be told, I figured she did. Don't most kids?? But, I couldn't spoil her fun, or let her know that I didn't really mind. So, I continued...
Me: You crazy girl! Why do you do that?
Her Highness: I don't know... I guess 'cause I'm a rebel.
Her eyebrows went up with the word "rebel" denoting her seriousness.
Me: Yeah, that's you. Hey, what does rebel mean, anyway?
Her Highness: I'm not exactly sure. Maybe like, someone who loves sweets?
If sneaking sweets before lunch is as bad as it gets, I'll take it.
Our little rebel thought this (wishful) glimpse into her future was just hilarious... Her Daddy? Not so much.