Me: Girls, your dinner is getting cold. Go sit down and eat.
Aubrey: (In a very high-pitched, I’m-better-than-you-voice) I am a Queen. And Queens don’t eat dinner.
Me: Whatever….
So all of a sudden Uncle Lou shouts “Oh, Blair he’s up on his front legs!”
Me: You mean his arms?
UL: Um, yes. I’m around babies all the time…can’t you tell?”