King Luka’s minion
My grandson Luka decided he was King Luka on Thanksgiving.
His mother made him a crown, using an empty Ritz cracker box, and a book for him to write the King Luka story. Sorry that I didn’t get a picture of Luka with his crown.
And Luka decided that his Bunny Beth (me) was to be his minion (his word, not mine).
As his minion, I had to write the story for him as he dictated to me.
What. A. Riot.
Luckily this book won’t be published (not right now, anyway), because Luka borrowed great portions of his story from Star Wars.
And making his enemies drink Jalapeno juice, or endless mugs of beer, made us both giggle.
After writing for what seemed like hours (actual time was ~2 hours), I told Luka I was tired and needed to take a break.
“Sure, Bunny Beth. Do you need 25 minutes? How about 40 minutes?”
I took a nap this afternoon.