And the Winner Is....

I have wondered for the past 6 weeks who would win as the Queen Bee of the house. The already established three-year-old or the new, but a couple months older, three-year-old. Who would turn out to rule the roost (aside from me, of course)? As it turns out, we don't have a Queen Bee. We have a King Bee. If the tiny guy of the house squeaks, he gets a response from four of us. If he wants a toy, it's his. Help getting dressed? Got it times four. His Royal Treatment really shows every morning. If I could post a photo of what he wakes up to each day, I would. Three girls tip toe in every morning if he is still asleep, each hanging onto the edges of his little bed and look down at him, sweetly (soooo surprisingly sweetly for as loud as they can each get) saying his name. He wakes up with a grin as big as his face. Oh that we could all be so loved at seven a.m.