while the sisters dug around in the old house gathering the last of mom and dad’s belongings, jaycie, max and i played in the front yard.

“so bad lady,” jaycie said, “do you wanna be the kitty or the princess?”
“i wanna be the princess.”
“you can’t be because i’m gonna be the queen.”
“well i don’t wanna be the cat, max can be the cat.”
“max can’t be the cat he has to be the king.”
“fine,” i said putting on my sunglasses, “i’ll just be the cool girl.”
“you can’t be the cool girl!”
“why not?”
“because you aren’t cool,” she said.

at that point i chased her around the yard, once i caught her i stole the crown from her head.

“haha,” i shouted, “now i am the queen.”
“you are the wicked queen!”
“i am not, i am a kind and benevolent queen.”
“you are the wicked queen like in sleeping beauty!”
“i am not!”
“you are too!”
“am not, i am cinderella!”
“you are not you are the wicked queen.”
“i am not!”
“MOoooOOOMMM! aunt bad lady’s being the wicked queen and won’t give me the crown back,” jaycie tattled.

at that point we got the mom look from sister #2. i handed jaycie back the crown and put my sunglasses on.

“fine, then i’m gonna be natalie.”
“I AM NATALIE!”
“you can’t be both.”
“why not?”
“because i said so.”
“you are a bad, bad, bad lady!”
“and you love me.”
“you love me more.”
“nuhuh, you love me more.”

and well, i am sure you can figure out how we spent the rest of the time.