Kim: Excellent. Who is the Queen? (I say this fully expecting she will say me, but of course, she doesn’t)
Lucy: Susanna is the Queen. (Susanna is our blonde, gorgeous, 25 year old Finnish babysitter…how is that for a middle-aged woman's nightmare?)
Kim: Really, then who is Mommy? (Okay, she has my attention…)
Lucy: Mommy is the Cook. (And she smiles when she says it and I know her like I know my own heart and I can tell - gratefully, before I had to fire the babysitter- that a “Cook” trumps a “Queen” any day)
And I’m content with that.