The King is Dead, The Crown is Mine!
Five year old Joshua sat intensely pondering something; but what? I wondered what could possibly be going through his mind. Watching as the gears turned in his head I waited for the boy to speak. . . After quite some time he looked up and said;
“So . . . they say Elvis is the king of Rock ‘n’ Roll”.
“Yes, that is what they say”, I cautiously responded.
“I’m going to be the king of rock ‘n’ roll someday”, he declared.
“Ok, sounds good to me”, I affirmed.
He thought on that for two minutes then asked; “Is Elvis a real person or just a pretend TV character?”
I tenderly answered, “Elvis was a real person sweetie, but he died 30 years ago”.
“Sweeeeet! He’s dead, now I’m the king!”




