Or when you are royalty.
So you see Princess 6's dilemma.
So when 6 of 8's roommate sibling 4 of 8 went for a spend the night last week, 6 of 8 was left with the daunting possibility of having to bunk it on her own for the night. And 6 of 8 without an audience simply won't do.
So she decided to ask 5 of 8 if she could have a 'slumber party' in his and 3 of 8's room for the evening. While 5 of 8 is generally a fairly stable personality in our vat of quirky, he threw something that could have been categorized as right on the brink of a fit.
Intervention was needed to sort out this opposition to 6 of 8's request and the following conversation ensued:
5 of 8: I just don't want her spending the night in my room. No! I just don't!
Mediator: We're going to need a better reason than just 'no'...
5 of 8: Okay. Well, it's just that she won't be quiet. She talks and talks and talks and I'm exhausted and she'll talk a long time! She's so....chatty!
(At this point, 6 of 8 can't restrain herself any longer and must chime in...)
6 of 8: Yes, yes, that's true! I am chatty! That is the way I am! I am just a chatty, chatty girl! That's just me! I have to chat. When you are a chatty girl, you just chat and I am a chatty girl!
5 of 8: eye roll and audible, prolonged sigh....
6 of 8 did get to slumber party in her brothers' room that night, making many a promise that, in spite of her natural proclivities, she would try to refrain from being quite so chatty. Maybe just a little chatty.