According to Noodle . . .

. . . I am a princess!

The scene:
Banana and I are playing on the floor. I am tickling him and we are both hooting and laughing. Noodle, frustrated, gets down from her chair where she is sitting at the kitchen table. She approaches us, holds her hand up, sighs, and says, "You need to be quiet. I have to color."

In mock sorrow, I hang my head and lay it on her shoulder. Shaking my head, I say, "I'm so sorry, Noodle!"

She rubs my head and says, "It's OK! You're a princess."

So all is forgiven.