I was sitting in class one day last week taking some notes when one of my little girls said, “Ms. Elliot, are you a princess?”
I smiled, “No, sweetheart, I’m not.” I looked up at her. She frowned and seemed a little deflated.
“Oh.” she said. Then added quickly, “Why aren’t you a princess?”
“Why am I not a princess?” I repeated, trying to buy a few seconds of time to give her an answer that would make her happier then my last. “Well, I can’t be a princess because I’m a queen!” I smiled.
She clapped her hands together and smiled. “Oh wow, cool!” And then ran off to play with her friends.
Some conversations are just to precious to forget.
I always tell my kids I’m queen of the universe…it’s sort of my “because I said so.” “Why do you have to clean up now? Because I’m queen of the universe!” They always giggle and then do what I ask.