MyThreeDaughters

Sometimes, I was thinking, it pays to be the only guy. We were at the dinner table, and for once a conversation erupted instead of a screaming contest.
It wasn’t really a regular conversation, but a little girl one.
Fontaine: “I’m the Queen and…”
Elizabeth (interrupting): “I’m the Princess!”
OK, you’re the Princess.
Seemed that, since the two higher ranking female roles were snapped up, Mommy became the “Princess Knight.”
Leaving aside whatever role of servitude might be set aside for the poor 11-month-old sister, I said, Well, what am I?
“I guess you’re the King,” Fontaine reluctantly agreed.
YES! I’m the King.
Nice…
“But I’m the Queen,” Fontaine said, “and the Queen rules the castle.”
Oh.