The king is potty training himself!
After a 2 year incursion on my isle the king has decided he will not wear loin cloths but that he will pee up right like the men of my country.
We did not shame, cajol, or manipulate him.
Rather the king made his choice, securing his place in history.
The king naws at me with his teeth that number 16. It jas been an arduos 17 months I think I may just have come to enjoy…
His majesty lavished me with kisses and hugs today.
Though I have served loyally a yr plus, this was a welcome sign.
Pleased am I.
Today his highness was seen by the local apothecary tender. And he was quite perturbed to put it mildly. Yelling and screaming like a 1 yr old getting his first shots….
And he calls himself a ruler…
Just my son’s first birthday.
Smash cake check 🎂🎂🎂🍰🍰🍰🍼🍼🍼🍻🍭🍬🍮
As I have pledged to serve my life for the good of all I can’t help but find mirth in his desire for new and exotic foods and shiny objects…
It is as if he has never seen a mirror.
How different life is now as we approach a year into his invasion….
For resurrection Sunday he demanded a new outfit that the high priest would see him in. we spent two hours bathing and styling him, to meet his unchallenged requests….
I laughed today.
I rarely have time to ponder let alone see mirth in a situation, but the look he gave the wise man yesterday spoke volumes. Fixed with a stare, this learned man sulked and stalked off, on to a fool, perhaps seeking a compliment.
Seeing this young king in action has some value it appears…
I am bone weary.
His demands have increased.
And what’s more, he demands that I entertain him, as if I were the court jester and not a man of noble origin…
So far my efforts at appeasing him are inchoate. He has his whims and desires and insists on their fulfillment. while his ways are beguiling I sense an impasse approaching …