Bad Guy King Bonks Head, Gets Kiss

Yesterday Sam excavated a grey t-shirt of Danny’s from the heap of laundry on the table and after a tussle, managed to get it on. Then he declared himself king. “Where is your crown?” I asked. “I are king!” barked Sam. He swung his arms around as if wielding a sword. “I are bad guy king!” he added with a snarl. “What is a bad guy king?” I asked. “I fight them!” said Sam, and roared. “Please would you go and fight the…(my mind scrambled for an alternative to “bad guys”)… monster!” Sam paused mid swing. Then, “Ya! I fight monster!” And with this he turned, leaped over his broken ukulele, and disappeared into the other room.

Growling and snarling ensued. He returned a few minutes later, face aglow. “Wow! I said. “Now would you please go and fight the...umm... dragon!” “Ya, I fight dragon.” He looked like Yoda in the long t-shirt as he leapt away. After some grunts and yelps… silence.

Sam appeared around the corner, his face crumpled up like a wad of paper. “I bonk my head!” he wailed. “Does bad guy king need a kiss?” “I need kiss!” he bawled. He staggered forward and I kissed his sweaty head. “Are you my bad guy king?” I asked. Sam nodded. “Can I take a picture of the bad guy king?” Sam kneeled on the floor and snarled, “I are bad guy king!”