Not an actual royal gene though, just the gene that gives the general sense of entitlement and expectation that every one else should serve me.
Because of this, my life very challenging. For example, even though someone should come to clean my house... I must do it myself.
Do you see what I mean?
Also, I have to drive my own ass around! Which, I might add, not only endangers me and my children, but also you too. Lissy was made to have a driver, if you've seen me drive, well, I'm sorry. If you haven't, that's probably why you still have the use of your brain, or are alive.
Today, I waited around for someone to realize it was lunch time and that I was hungry... but no one did. So I had to make my own sandwich.
I know, right? Tough.
A challenging life.
Thanks, Daddy, this is awesome.