More Wit and Wisdom of The Ice Prince
So a chair fell on my foot (why is not important to the story. It’s okay now. Both the chair and my foot.). As I sat there crying on the floor:
Ice Prince: You tired Mommy?
Me: No, I hurt my foot.
I.P.: You tired?
Me: No, I hurt my foot, see? (holding up my red and swelling foot)
I.P.: Oh. (starts grabbing gently at my eyes) I take your tears away, Mommy. See? I take your tears away.

At dinner, Ice Prince is wearing a paper crown.
I.P.: I King! Now your wear it, Mommy.
(I put on the crown)
I.P.: You’re so pretty, Mommy.