King’s day

My 9yo son interrupted his mother when she spoke about kings day. He saw me getting irritated as she was teasing me that he was my king too. “I don’t have a king! Nobody can be my king!” I grumbled.

My son jumped in
“Mom, I’m gonna quote dad on this.

Why is the king a king? Because his mom was a queen? Get outa here”

Then I remembered that he had been in the living room the day before, playing a loud online game with his little friends, when I had been ranting on the phone about the stupidity of a monarchy.

“Why is the king a king? Because his mom was a queen? And don’t get me started on people who accept this as a norm. Get outa here.”

The 9yo grinned. “Y’all think I don’t hear anything, but what y’all don’t understand is that I do listen. To everything.”