I spent the day living in Dennis' own fantasy world. I had a migraine today, a bad one, and I let David have the morning with him. When it came time for him to go to work, Dennis announced (from his bean bag 'throne') "I am the king, and I say you can't go to work today." We stared at him, and he spoke again, authoritatively, "the king will stop you from leaving."
He left his throne for naptime, and after his nap (the worst part of my headache), he came to find me prostrate on the couch. He was wearing his Santa hat, deemed me his elf, and told me we had lots of toys to deliver. He made several trips back and forth to his room and loaded the couch 'sleigh' with toys. And he sat his beanbag in front of the couch, plopped himself in it, grabbed up imaginary reins, yelled out the names of the reindeer and then "NOW DASH AWAY!!". He told me "you have to tell me when we get to the houses so I can stop and deliver the toys--all the children are counting on me!". I did so, and he made the appropriate halting motions with the imaginary reins and got up to deliver toys. So I've been an elf today, and I did a stint as Mrs. Claus, all while sick on the sofa. When David got home tonight, there Dennis sat again on his throne (having finished a ginormous bowl of popcorn), arms poised, and he immediately resumed the role of king. "Hello, friend, how have you been?" he asked of David in his best king voice, "King Dennis is glad to see you, friend."
It's not easy to put royalty to bed.
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