I was sitting in the family room with Miss Munchkin, enjoying a peaceful moment, when suddenly the Dinosaur comes in. He’s wearing his knight costume shirt (backward, as usual), and is carrying a foam sword that Haus Meister found for the kiddos this weekend at a toy store. And yes, the swords have to be foam. They’d send each other to the ER with any other material. Anyway, on Dino’s head is a wool crown that we gave Rascal one birthday. He did not see me at first, which accounts for his strutting around and saying out loud:
“I have the sword. I have the cwown. I am in charge.”
All he needs now are the serfs and vassals.