A Royal Welcome

Daddy's Friend: *Walks in to see Baby Girl in her pink tutu,

princess shirt, and pink crown colouring on the floor* Hi! It's
good to see you again.
Baby Girl: *Continues colouring without a worry in the world*
Daddy: *Walks into the room* Ah, if you want a response,
you'll have to address her as "Royal Highness" and curtesy, or in
your case, bow.
Daddy's Friend: Oh...I didn't see the crown. Forgive me your
Royal Highness, it is a pleasure to see you again.
Baby Girl: *Looks up from her colouring* The feeling is
mutual, peasant.
Daddy: You'll have to excuse Princess Pouty-Pants, she tends to
forget her manners.
Baby Girl: I heard that, my royal Vizier.
Daddy's Friend: *Looks over at Daddy, puzzled* Ummm...I
thought you were in-charge.
Daddy: I am, except for special occasions, like when she's filled
up her chore chart with gold stars.
Daddy's Friend: Gotcha.
Daddy: Yup, she's in power until 9:00pm, when I throw a coup
and get her ready for bed.
Daddy's Friend: Does she know about this revolution?
Daddy: She'll figure it out eventually...