A tid-bit from after the bath last night. Fiona is curled up in a towel and her quilt on her bed, while I find her some pajamas.
“Short sleeves or long sleeves?” I ask her, gesturing at my arms to make it clear what I mean. We run the AC pretty heavily at night or else none of us sleep well.
She giggles, “Enproar.”
“What?” I say, trying to decipher that into a statement about clothes.
She just giggles.
“Which do you want?” I ask again.
“No.” She giggles. “Emp-roar.”
It takes me a second, but I do catch up. “Emperor? You want the Emperor’s new invisible clothes? You want to just be naked?”
She grins. “Yes! I emperor! I naked! Yay!”
She does a happy dance and I start laughing so hard that I have to sit down.
Is it just me, or was the emperor less than thrilled with his own nudity? He’d have been fine with it if he was a member of my household.