We know who wears the pants in our household – my wife the King, that’s who. I’m just a lowly queen flittering about with my flowers and tiara dreaming of the days I was a mere princess. Better a queen than that idiot on the left. Who aspires to be a jester? Oh, the pain that I must admit that this is in fact, my daughter. Lucky for us that during our time at the Renaissance Festival, we were allowed to walk around incognito sporting casual everyday folk garments allowing us to blend in. The trials and tribulations of being royalty.