This morning Brinley is asking all sorts of questions about what princesses do.

“How many times a day do they brush their hair?” she asks as she brushes her hair.

“How many times do they brush their teeth?” she asks, brushing her teeth.

As I’m getting ready for work, she asks, “Where’s your king shirt?”

“My king shirt? What does that look like?”

She runs to my closet and comes back with a plain white tee.

“White shirts are king shirts,” she says, handing me my king shirt. “Wear it.”

One must always do what a princess requests.