King of my heart.
King of the TV remote control.
King of the chocolate milk. And don't you forget that. Because if you dare touch the king's chocolate milk,
then off with your head.
And, King of Getting Into Everything.
Seriously, he gets into everything.
Like the bathroom cupboards.
It brings the king great joy to host his own private q-tip and cottonball snowdays right here in Arizona.
And also the freezer.
Because cool things happen to things from the freezer that you hide in other places, like the clothes dryer.
Especially bags of frozen chicken breasts in the clothes dryer.
Great fun.
And my secret stash of Hot Tamales.
(Sorry about that one Your Highness... if I had known the King was so adept at maneuvering counter height stools to upper kitchen cabinets I may have chosen to crave a less spicy treat. Or hide it better...)
And, today,
Ah, yes,
today he was the king of getting into the teensy space between the driver's seat of my car and the console, from which he extracted my cell phone so that he could call Dora the Explorer.
(!)
Yep, the same cell phone that has been missing for about 4 days.
Royal treatment earned.
The End.
