That's More Like It
My three-year-old has begun referring to me as "Your Highness" and "Your Majesty" - bowing everytime she approaches. Any request is delivered from her knees, and with lowered eyes. And! Get this! This morning, she KISSED THE HEM OF MY ROBE.
I don't know what brought about this change, but it beats the hell out of her shrieking "I. Want. Some. COOOOOOOKIIIIIIIIIIES!"
Oh wait. Party's over. She's now at my feet again, on her knees, with lolling tongue and pretend tail wagging. There is pawing and huhhn-huhhn-huhhn noises. She's a dog. Great. Just when I was getting all comfortable with the whole "Your Majesty" schtick.
Well, it was great while it lasted.
Comments
How did you get the "your magesty" thing? Was it a special fruit juice? A new bath bubble thing? Think, woman! Enquiring minds NEED TO KNOW!!! If Bear tells me one more time that I am "NOT THE BOSS OF HIM" (and yes, I did just use annoying caps) I will, and I mean this quite seriously, lose it. All over the floor, I'm saying.
The kissing the robe thing? Oh, I'm tearing up over here!
:)
Happy 2006!
Posted by: Elizabeth | January 1, 2006 1:43 PM
That is TOO CUTE! I could pinch her.
Posted by: Jennifer | January 1, 2006 2:53 PM
Wow! Great to know that sometimes moms DO get a little respect and adoration. However briefly!
I don't get much of that, but my 5 year olds are still very good at drawings dedicated "To Mom, love from Robbie" or notes with "To Mummy, I love you, love from Katie. XOXOXOX" and so on. And lots of hugs.
Wish I could bank them, for when they are older and way too cool for that stuff. Sigh... Must save many notes and drawings in a big box.
All best wishes to you and your family for 2006,
Posted by: SheilaC | January 1, 2006 7:44 PM
I could use the "Your Majesty" treatment, even if only for a few minutes! Must be nice!
Happy New Year, Jenny!
Posted by: buffi | January 1, 2006 8:09 PM
I bet my wife would like to be treated that way!
(can I borrow your kid for a while?)
Posted by: ben | January 2, 2006 6:08 AM
hahah!
my daughter wants to be a dog when she grows up. a BOY dog.
Posted by: cmhl | January 2, 2006 8:14 AM
Well, it only makes since; if she's a princess, you're The Queen!
Posted by: Melanie Lynne Hauser | January 2, 2006 8:37 AM
I had a more perverse version of this subservience. Molly used to get on the floor with a bucket and a sponge and ask me to be the Wicked Stepmother because she was Cinderella. Every time she'd do that, I would pick her up and scream stuff like "all work is honorable...including scrubbing floors...but you will never be under any one's thumb...remember that!"
Of course, Molly grew up to have the utmost respect for working people. She also maintains a spectacularly messy bedroom. And there you have it - a cautionary tale about mixed messages we send our children.
Posted by: GraceD | January 2, 2006 10:48 AM
my oldest daughter used to pretend all the time that she was a dog or a cat. She would name herself and only answer me when I addressed her as that particular name. The day I caught her licking her hand and stroking her head with it, I realized she needed siblings very very badly!!!!
Posted by: Lise | January 3, 2006 10:10 PM