The Queen

Much to his father's horror, Calvin has been sporting my 30th birthday tiara and wand lately. A few weeks ago when I was sorting through some old boxes he saw them and pulled them out. He had me put the tiara on, and then pranced around singing, "I the queen!" over and over again. Today he had me put it on again and then went outside to play. He spent thirty minutes in the sandbox with his crown perched on his head. He loves the look and doesn't appreciate anyone saying anything negative about a little boy queen.