You can be the King

Posted on May 8th, 2013 in Journal0 Comments

I was putting Zeb (4 years now) to bed the other night. I give him a hug and a kiss and then the following conversation started:

  • Zeb: Daddy, you have to shave. You have a rough skin.
  • Me: No…. I am saving for a beard.
  • Zeb: Why ?
  • Me: You know how all kings have a beard ?
  • Zeb: Yes, but why do you want to be a king ?
  • Me: So I will be king of our house and I can decide over all of you.
  • Zeb: OK, daddy, you can be king.
  • Me: You think it’s OK ??!!
  • Zeb: Yes, because I will be the Prime Minister then. Kings these days don’t really decide anything anymore.