What a princess doesn't do...

On Friday night, about an hour before John and I were supposed to head out to my ten year reunion, Lucy threw up in her bedroom on the carpet. John wasn't home yet from work so it was all up to me. I put Lucy in the tub after rinsing off the bigger chunks (sorry for being overly graphic--my mommy job is just that sometimes--graphic) then I went to clean up the carpet. I'm on my hands and knees scrubbing the vomit out of the carpet and watching Lucy in the tub out of the corner of my eye. Esther is sitting on the bed watching me in her pretty pink dress (when Mommy got dressed up Esther had to put on her fanciest dress), and then out of the blue Esther says to me, "A princess never has to clean up barf." I have no idea where she learned that false information and it really made me laugh... later when I was done with the huge mess and smell.