Legalese...

The children are setting up a monarchy, and my son is being sworn in as a knight. Eldest daughter has written the oath for him to swear in. She might have a future reading law...

I want to be queen

Sung by S in what I can only describe as 'epic rock' style (think a female meatloaf, except even more epic and committed - and 5 years old wearing a white fluffy dressing gown):

I've got to run away right now,
Run away from the world,
I've got to go back in time and do stuff that I have to do,
But it's too late to go back in time...

I want to be the QUEEN! (shouted)
(and back to singing, epically) But I'm only a princess.
The queen is never gonna happen.
With the memories in my head.

Getting dressed

I'm fairly convinced that one of the most difficult parts of parenting is attempting to ensure that your children are dressed in something that achieves appropriate thermal and environmental protection requirements, and also meets the minimum social requirements for being seen by non-family members:

Daddy: Will you please put some clothes on?
S (5 y/o, wearing only her fluffy dressing gown): I don't want to get dressed. I look good enough like this! (Gives a twirl to demonstrate, before running off singing)