While taking Princess for a walk yesterday evening, Phillip was coaching Ivy on how to get the dog to walk along nicely instead of lingering at every shrub.
Phillip: You have to show her who's boss, so tug her gently and say "Princess!"
Ivy (softly): Dog! Come on, Dog!
Phillip: You have to call her Princess. Be strong.
(Ivy continues to ineffectively let the dog linger)
Phillip (encouragingly): Tell her, "You may be a Princess, but I'm the Queen!"
Ivy (shouting): Listen, Princess! My dad's a queen!!