It would give any parent pause to come across their two sons standing over their infant daughter, swords pointing at her tiny forehead. Nerf swords, but still. Yet I managed not to lunge at them and instead merely inquired, "What are you guys doing?""Oh, we're just knighting Monica," Vincent said, and Dommie chimed in, "Yeah! Monica prin-tess."
If you've been to our house lately, you know that Dommie is in a knight phase. Okay, maybe that's an understatement. Ever since he discovered the TV show "Mike the Knight" he has been completely obsessed. First thing in the morning he puts on his boots (giraffe boots, but let's not get picky), gloves (bike gloves, the kind without the fingers), and helmet (a spray-painted plastic cookie container), and grabs his shield and sword. Then he stomps around the house proclaiming "Me knight!" God help us all if any one of his accoutrements is unavailable: Yesterday we had a little incident involving his gloves and blue paint (he should have listened to his mother and taken the gloves off to finger paint), and I had to dig into an old bag of stuff to find replacement gloves (green gardening ones) so that he would stop hollering "Need glubs! Me knight! Need glubs!"And now, the knight has his very own prin-tess.
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