Tonight while Ed was running through the normal bedtime routine (bath, PJs, book, prayers, thanksgiving, sleepy time), I was STILL working (of course, that's the norm these days). I can thankfully overhear the whole process so I still feel partially involved.
Anyway, tonight, Ed was trying to get a very distracted Isabelle to put her Pajammy-Jams on. And Isabelle turned to him, frustrated, and said, "Excuse me, Your Majesty! Can I help you with something?" Ha ha, not sure where she picked that one up.
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