Friday night after dinner, I was called into Princess' room for a surprise. She then led me into the family room where she informed in a fake French accent that she was giving me a surprise spa treatment. I said, "I didn't know you could parlez-vous the francais." To which she replied, "Yes, I do parlez-vous francais. What does that mean?" When I told her that it meant that she could speak French, she said in her cute little accent, "Yes, I can speak francais and other languages too. Do I really sound like I'm from France?"
After my hair was finished, Princess decided she needed to use her brother's pretend razor to shave my legs. It was most lovely.