The theme for today is thrones: polished white ones and invisible ones.
The things is: my son has taken to calling me “your highness.” There’s no sarcasm in his voice because he isn’t 14, and it makes me laugh every time.
“Here’s your orange slice, son,” I say.
“Bank you, yo’ highness,” he says.
“Here’s your dirty diaper, go throw it away please!”I say.
“Bank you, yo’ highness!” He replies.
So I’m royal. I mean, I always suspected it but my son has confirmed it.
(in this picture, he was standing in front of my cart and pulling it all over Safeway. He insisted on it, and why shouldn’t he? I’m royal.)
This morning, my daughter decided to try her hand at royalty and sat herself down on the porcelain throne. She held herself up with two hands behind her as most toddlers do. When she lifted one hand off of the royal seat to reach for the royal Charmin, she started to sink into the royal hole. She gasped and immediately put her hand back on the seat.
“Hey!” She yelled, looking down at the toilet, “That wasn’t very nice!”
One great thing about kids is you always know where you stand -whether you’re a household queen or a toilet.
Oh Lacy Lou… that is hilarious. Where did Trent hear that from? That is a great name to be called!