Drama Queen or Princess?

I have often wondered which of these adjectives most accurately described our 2-year-old daughter, Anna Kathleen (and as of late, don't leave off the Kathleen), but after yesterday I have finally found the answer. Yes, Anna can turn on the tears at a moment's notice to turn things in her favor, she can woo her Dad and her Grandpas with just one look, and she can get very angry and frustrated with her older brother, Jacob, but those are just an act to make one think she is a Drama Queen. In reality, our Anna is definitely a princess, a fact I realized yesterday in the middle of our most recent mishap and yes, our 4th visit to the ER in 4 small months. You see, Anna and Jake were playing in the tub while I dried my hair a few feet away. I had asked and asked and yes, scolded the last time a bit loudly for them to stop. Not a minute after closing the curtain did I hear the scream and see the water come flooding out. Now I was really upset...someone had actually gotten hurt. I am very proud to say I didn't come unglued. I didn't yell at either one of them. Instead, I picked her up to check her out and comfort her. That's when I saw it. She had a huge (well, huge to a mother) gash on the bottom of her chin. I knew immediately that it was going to need some real attention. None of us were ready to go out the door, so I very calmly got the three of us dressed, made a few phone calls and we were out the door to the hospital. All of this while on vacation in Utah, with Bart about an hour away at my brother's house painting. Grandpa met us and after checking her out, he agreed that it definitely needed stitches. You could actually see the fat cells on my very petite little girl. So, off we went. We spent several hours waiting. Thankfully they bring you Polly Pockets, your own stuffed animal to take home, and have a great Disney Channel to help with the waiting. But, not being able to eat for both of us for several hours was very difficult. However, through it all--the actual fall, getting us ready, the waiting and even the procedure, Anna hardly cried. She cried a couple of minutes when it happened, and a couple of minutes when they gave her the sedation medication (yes, she was totally stoned for about 6 hours, which was funny enough it could be a whole new post). She was so great. She smiled, she talked, she sang songs. Her only request was a second purple popscicle and a cry or two for Dad. She is definitely a Daddy's girl. After this whole event was said and done I realized that she truly is a Princess, not a Drama Queen. Something I am sure to need to remind myself in the future, but gratefully, she is still our beautiful little Princess.