royalty ovenbird My daughter is a Queen. You can tell because she's dressed in a white fur robe (that is not to be mistaken for the blanket from her bed). Her friend owns a fancy restaurant and is serving the Queen her breakfast. “What would you like to eat?” the friend/waiter asks in an almost passable British accent. “Eggos and Nutella,” the Queen replies regally. The waiter smears chocolate and hazelnut thickly on a waffle and puts it in the microwave. The Queen is drinking orange juice from a wine glass. A fork and knife and spoon are neatly laid out on a napkin. The waiter begins chopping strawberries then arranges them in the shape of a flower on top of the waffle. The Queen comments on the excellent service and the fantasy dissolves. They are children again, ravenous, with the whole day ahead of them. 250823 what's it to you? who go blather from