"Tiara!! My babyyyyy!!" The Queen cried, rushing up to hug Tiara.
It was evening of the same day that Tiara woke up and Mother called over the King and Queen to meet their little Princess.
Incidentally, Tiara went back to her serious self again, though she looked quite embarrassed after she finished eating her cookies on my lap.
Mother was of course informed about Tiara's situation and didn't even comment on it when she came by to tell us the King and Queen were coming over to see her.
In fact, she barely even looked in Tiara's direction and went straight for me, pulling me towards her so that she could smush my head in her bosoms and cuddle me.
Even now while the King and Queen had just arrived, Mother still remained seated on the couch with me on her lap, all the while patting my head with a self satisfied smile.
"Mot… Mummy… Daddy…" Tiara muttered, her voice barely audible.
Journal Entry:
While I can sympathise with Mother... How long do you want to keep this up for? You've been cuddling me for at least an hour now! Ngghh... I can't say I hate it though... Her head pats are nice...