Olivia is still not feeling well. After doing so much better last evening, this morning I awoke to sounds of her being sick --again. Poor little thing --she can't keep anything down except for an occasional sip of ginger ale.
We're spending the day on the couch together - watching kids' shows on Noggin and The Wizard of Oz (again).
She just took her head off my lap, sat up, swung her feet around and stuck them in my face.
"Mom, tickle the bottom of my feet but not a funny tickle."
"Olivia, you are such a little princess."
"Mom, I am not a princess. Do I look like a princess? Look at me. I don't look like a princess."
"Well, princesses are beautiful and you're beautiful, so you could be a princess. And besides, people usually do whatever a princess asks them to do and you just asked me to tickle your feet."
"Mom, I'm not a princess."
"I think you're a princess."
"Mom. I'm sick. This is not the time for joking around. Now rub my feet."
The photo is of Princess Olivia and Grandma Leanne (my mom). Grandma Leanne made Olivia's princess dress for her. Olivia usually enjoys being a princess --except for today...