A Royal Pardon

(My husband and I are at home with our four-year-old son. He grabs a roll of duct tape and places it on the top of his head.)

Son: “I’m a princess! I’m a QUEEN!”

Husband: “No, buddy, you’re a KING!”

Me: “Hey, don’t tell him he can’t be a queen!”

Husband: *matter-of-factly* “But men are kings and women are queens. That’s just the way it works.”

Me: “I don’t know; I know plenty of men who are queens…”

Husband: *starts to say something, then just shakes his head and laughs*