When I’m King
One of my favorite scenes in The Wizard of Oz is when the Cowardly Lion, played by Bert Lahr, sings “If I Were King of the Forest.” The trilling, the r-rollin, the comic vibrato–they all make me very happy. And, as in every family, I am sure, around here we each have our fantasies of what life would be like if WE were king (not queen, not duke, not prince).
It turns out that the children’s stuffed animals and, natch, their puppets, also have these fantasies. I cannot explain how this transpired, but lately Hubert (Ingrid’s large rat puppet) and Kitty (Greta’s large, duh, cat puppet) have begun pronouncing themselves Kings of their respective bedroom kingdoms. Hubert, especially, is a bit bossy about this whole thing. At night time, when the girls get tucked in, the puppets make elaborate speeches about their kingdom and its (shiftless, suspicious, and sneaky) subjects and proclaim their divine right to (a) sleep in the bed, under the covers, next to the Big Girl, and (b) boss everyone else around while she is at school.
Just two nights ago Hubert and Kitty began demanding Oaths of Fealty from the other stuffed animals in the room. So far, it appears that mice are total sycophants and that, if you want a rebellion, you should stick with the dogs.
How on EARTH did I get into this?