Our middle daughter is a senior in high school this year. Something I may have mentioned before. She knows everything. Just ask.
Now Fi, on most days, is a really great individual. Truly believes that everyone has some good in them. That good will triumph over bad. That unicorns probably existed and will again if we just give them a chance.
Well, maybe that goes a bit far, but you get my drift.
Anyway, that is on most days.
Then there are the days when Fi becomes queen. The tiara is placed upon her head and all should bow. Surely she should not have to do menial work, consort with the lowly that also reside here, or listen to the mindless drivel coming across the media not of her choosing. School? Harumph! The beloved? Should dance attendance.
Keep that job at DQ. Queens are needy.
That is Fi lately.
So I as queen mother, have needed to have a chat with her regal self. A "Come to Jesus" meeting as it were. Pouting and flouncing were abounding.
Those damn unicorns better show up tomorrow.
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