I must assume that when the Princess speaks English, she takes her tone from me. I fear it is not a very nice tone.
When I stub my toe and howl in agony, she will kindly ask whatâ€™s wrong and when told say sternly â€œwell then be careful and donâ€™t do it againâ€.
The house usually echoes to the sound of herself shouting â€œare you coming or not?â€ when she wants me to inspect her latest achievement â€œlook Mummy, Iâ€™m eating a slice of hamâ€ regardless of what I might be doing â€œIâ€™m just finishing changing Danielâ€™s nappyâ€ and how easy it might be for me to get away and how important I might consider what she particularly wishes to draw to my attention.
Every time she addresses me and I fail to respond instantly she says in a strict and reproachful voice â€œI asked you a question, Mummyâ€. A lot of the time, Iâ€™m forced to point out to her that no, actually, she hasnâ€™t asked me a question and has just made a statement to which I am supposed to respond. She is trying to work out what a question is, so now when she says something she follows it up with â€œIs that a question or a misstatement Mummy?â€. Itâ€™s like living with President Bush.