King for an hour

My son has been watching too many Disney movies. Some of them have princes and kings in them. So, last night he asked me if there were any kings or princes in our family. I told him that I was not sure but I never met any. So, being the creative genius that he is, he anointed himself as king of the family. I could do nothing but laugh. He asked me what was so funny. I just shook my head and said nothing in between laughing. 

Well, every king needs a throne. We don't have a throne. The closest thing we had to something that looked kind of royal was a couch that was the size of a loveseat which was covered with a red velvet material. It used to sit in my grandmother's sitting room, which used to be her old living room until she added a den. So, I called it the sitting room. It was a really cool couch and had a high back that looked like it had little tiny crowns on it. So, my son had to make his own. He grabbed a couple boxes and a step stool. He also grabbed enough pillows to sit high on. Everything was assembled and in no time at all the throne was built with a red blanket to top it off. 

About a year ago he got a crown from a relative. At the time I thought it as odd but now I guess it was all in preparation for today, the day he became king of the house. He was king for a couple hours until he decided he was tired of being king and then it was time to be a famous artist.