Throneroom Vignette

So many posts rolling around...so little time to write them before they roll gently away into the vaporous chasm of memories lost...

We are back from sunny CO...we had a grand time.

Catching up on my blog reading over at Doc's place reminded me of one conversation that happened during our time there...

The Queen escorted The Prince to the throneroom for some court duty. As The Prince situated himself on the throne he looks up intently and...

"Mama...do you have a wee-wee like me?"

The Queen in all the grace she accesses at times like these responds in fashion...

"No, Daddy has a wee wee like you do..."

One can almost hear the whine of the turbo prop under that tuft of red straw spinning up...

"Why don't you have one like ME?"

"Because I'm a girl."

Bank right...

"What's that hole for on my wee wee?"

The Queen takes the politico-generic response...

"That's where the peepee comes out."

Bank left...

"Out of THERE?"

The Queen then seizing opportunity to delay the flight into the wild blue yonder...

"Yes...you're done."

And away he ran...pulling up the camo shorts as he went...looking for the next adventure in Papa and Honey's...

...a sigh of relief...

...a moment to contemplate the innocence of what is child...

...a satisfaction knowing that this is intrinsic parenthood and it is these flashes of lightness that make it a joy.