Royal Friends

The other day, Jozef and Marcel were playing with their Knight's Castle.  As we headed out the door later, the subject of King's and Queen's came up.

Jozef: Yes, Marcel, King's and Queen's are real.  Right Mom? 

Mom:  [frantically looking for toddler's royal shoes] Um... 

Jozef:  Remember how you told me that a Prince and a Princess were married this summer? 

Mom:  [stopping to actually think]  Ah, yes, that's right. 

Marcel:   Oh. 

Jozef:  I know a King and a Queen. 

Mom:  Well, Mommy doesn't actually know a King and a Queen, I just know about them. 

Jozef:  I know a King and a Queen. 

Mom: [perplexed] Oh?  Who is that? 

Jozef:  Jesus and Mary! 

Mom:  [stunned]  That's right, Jozef.  [smiling] 

Marcel:  Does that make St. Joseph a Prince, then? 

Mom:  Um.  No.  He's just a Saint.  [just a Saint?  What was I thinking?]

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This afternoon, Marcel was talking baby talk right into Gemma's face.  It's a game she's familiar with.  The more she smiles, the more they talk baby talk to her.  It's a game...that never ends.  Marcel was using his best baby talk voice saying, "Who's a beautiful baby?  You are?"  when he stopped and thought.  Then, he told her, "Well, you are cute, Gemma, but you're not that cute."  Mom feigned offense and said, "Why not, Marcel?"  "Well," he began, "the most beautiful baby in the world was Jesus.  Then, Gemma."

I can live with that.