My [awesomely stupendously wonderful] friends came by today to help me move a desk. While the adults chatted and removed various drawers/shelves, their 4-year old attempted to play with Her Majesty.
Of course, Her Majesty wasn't really having any of that and opted to cower under the bed in fear instead. So the 4-year old became interested in the toy mice.
I'm not sure when she did this - I didn't notice it until I got home from delivering the desk:
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There's an "I can has" in there somewhere. I'm just too tired to think of it right now.
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