Conversation with my boss's seven year old son, Rylin.
"Hey Brittany, TRY AND CATCH ME!" (bouncing side to side)
"But you know I can't catch you when you're wearing your lightning socks."
"That's true, but you could still try."
"I think I'll just sit on my stool instead."
"That's not your stool anymore, (quickly snatching the stool as he runs past) it's my THRONE!"
"Your throne? I'm the one who's been sitting on it all morning. When did you become the king?"
"I've always been the king and this is my throne now. Besides, you don't have a crown."
"Well, I don't always wear it, (quickly looking for something that could be a makeshift crown) but that doesn't mean I don't have one. What about you? Where's your crown?"
"I don't wear a crown. I WEAR AWESOMENESS!"