I'm reminded that I'm not.
I'm not the one who wears the crown around here.
Or who gets waited on.
Or gets treats and loves when I cry.
Or gets my picture taken because I'm wearing a tu tu.
(Now, don't read into that. I don't go dancing around the house in a tu tu... usually. Not that I'm actually admitting to anything mind you. (cough)
Nope, tis' I, the lowly servant. The cook, the maid, the bum cleaner, the nose wiper, the shoe finder, the clothes washer, the catch and fetch girl, the homework helper, the one who puts the bubbles in the bath.
And somehow, the one who shapes their very existance. (and daddy helps too, of course)
I love my charges.