Today my sons were having a heated argument, an all too familiar occurrence in our lives of late. The little one was on the verge of tears, and I wasn’t far myself, when mercifully, Daddy swooped in to intervene. Handing them both giant foam swords, King Daddy declared, “It shall be settled by duel--Fight!” The younglings stared at him, dumbfounded. “Five rounds, best three out of five—Winner takes all, now fight!”
It was brutal. It was
close. (From what I heard--I confess,
the fair queen shielded her eyes). In
the end the youngest squire took a blow to the neck that sealed his fate, and
ended the squabble definitively. No one
expected what would happen next, as the proud victor turned to find himself eye
to eye with the king himself, wielding a Star Wars light saber.
“Now, you shall
fight ME.”
“But Dad, you’ll
kill me!” shrieked the wary warrior.
“And don’t you EVER
forget it,” declared the king.
As I type this, my sweet sons are seated side by side
watching TV, a program they actually agreed upon. I often question King Daddy’s methods, but
for the moment, there is peace in the kingdom.
And where there is peace, there is a happy queen.
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