Her Highness is Not Pleased

It has been unseasonably warm, so we left the front door open for a little while the other day.  Lil' Girl saw the sun streaming into the living room and got very upset.
Her: "Why is the door open?"
John: "Because it is a beautiful day outside."
Her: "Well, I HATE it.  The clouds are not PINK.  It is NOT a beautiful day!"

And after the fourth trip to the bathroom when she was supposed to be sleeping.
Me: "Go to bed and stay there."
Her: *sigh* "Mom, don't worry about ME."
Me: "Stay in bed."
Her: (another long-suffering sigh) "Fine."

And getting ready in the morning:
Me: "Come, lets comb your hair real quick and get it out of your face."
Her: "Mom.  It's fine."
Me:  "But it's in your face."
Her: "But I'm a princess.  I can just wiggle it out." (and then she demonstrates the proper princess hair tossing technique)