This morning, as I left the house, I reminded Mischa, please don’t say anything about your birthday party, because you didn’t invite all of the kids in your class, and you don’t want to hurt anybody’s feelings.
Mum, Mischa replied, I am not going to talk about it today. I am going to be a good listener because I, she said with a flourish of her hand, am the Queen.
Oh, I said. I see. Well, if you’re the Queen, what does that make me?
She paused for almost half a second before she answered with a smile.
You can be the scullery maid.
Thanks, hun. As long as we all know where we stand.