Yesterday Charlie asked me why it's good to be the king. What six-year-old asks such questions? Mine, I guess. I told him it's because traditionally the king has lots of money and jewels and gets to boss people around.
He thought about that for a minute, I could see the wheels turning in his head. "What about the queen, if she asks people for stuff do they bring it?"
"Yes," I said.
"So it's good to be the queen too?"
"I suppose so, but she doesn't get to boss people around as much."
"What if there is no king?"
"Then the queen is in charge, but usually the queen refers to the king's wife."
"What if the queen has a husband, is he the king?"
I'm getting a little tired, but Charlie isn't. He has much greater stamina for these things. "If the queen has a husband, he's a prince."
"Why do you call us princes, then?"
This too complicated, even for me. "Because you are special," I responded.
