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Le Roi Soleil

Something else that came up this morning?

Well, actually left over from last night--seems Boy needed a depiction of Louis XIV, par la grâce de Dieu roi de France et de Navarre for one of his classes. One assumes it was history class.

Anyway, while Rebecca was working on her stuff last night, I bumped her off the computer for a minute to print out a picture of the grand poncing monarch--

--after Boy had gone on to bed. He woke up this morning and first thing wanted to know where his all-important picture was. Handed it to him and he seemed satisfied. Then I had a sudden fear--what if I'd put in the wrong combination of Roman numerals and gotten a picture of the wrong Louis!? Louis the Ex Vee Eye, instead of Louis the Ex Eye Vee?!

Checked real quick, and thank goodness, right one. He continued to get dressed and came walking by before going downstairs so we could leave (or I could let the cat out), where I caught him.

"Uh, hey, Buddy--we need to work on that hair for a minute."

"But Dad I DID comb it!"

Yes, but it looked like he'd used a cake mixer.

I dragged him into the bathroom and wet a comb and started trying to plaster down his multiple cowlicks.

"Dad?"

"Yeah, Bud?"

"Is there anything we have that I could use to dress up like Lewie the Fourteenth?"

"Son. We're getting ready to leave in about twenty minutes."

"But don't we have something?"

"Jonathan! Did you not see the picture of this guy!?"

"Do you ever REMEMBER seeing any of us wear ANYthing like that around here!? What do you need it for, anyway!?"

With a tremble in his voice, "We're supposed to bring stuff and dress up and bring props and stuff."

"And you're just now saying something about it NOW!?"

"MmmyesSIR!"

"No. We don't have anything like that, and the next time you know you're going to need a costume, you'd better tell someone before it's time to leave for SCHOOL!"

::sniff::sniff::

"Awww, cut that mess out!"

At least his hair got combed.

After the kitten retrieval debacle, I rounded Boy up so we could leave, and I noticed he had extra bag with him--"DAD!! Guess what?"

"Chicken butt!"

"Dad. Dad, I figured out something to wear! I'm going to wear my white soccer jersey under my other shirt, and wear my red soccer shorts, and my red soccer socks, and these shoes [motioning toward his faux Crocs], and Ashley had a scarf that I can use as my sash!"

Take that, Louis. Anyway, I'm sure my son the Sun King will look very regal at school today.

Or something.

Posted by Terry Oglesby at September 8, 2006 10:41 AM