The other morning Talvyn woke me up and wanted me to get out of bed to make his usual oatmeal. I layed in bed trying to stretch out time by talking with him about being royalty (son of God) and I told him that I was a princess. In reply Talvyn said, "No you're not. You are not pretty. You need to put on a dress and some make-up first." Glad to know I don't look good enough for my child in the mornings.