I came home one night this week to find an unusual turn of events. Keira was the Queen and Alesia was her loyal servant (it is usually the other way around). They had upgraded from the dress-ups and raided my special scarves - not something they should do but they looked so cute I couldn't get too mad. Later I had to remove my slippers and walk along a special path (made with another of my special textiles from Thailand) and have an audience with the Queen (perched on the pillows from my bed). I asked "Queen, what is your country?" Her answer: "I am Queen of Australia, I think".
