"Mom, are you a princess?" asks Timothy as we are driving to the beach.
Well, actually I am a queen and Daddy is the king," I reply.
A queen?!" he is indignant. "That's too old. Nope, you're a princess."
When his two older brothers start laughing, Timothy gets mad and reaches back to try and hit them.
I quickly restore peace, but secretly I am smiling.
I think he was defending my honor.