No Respect

This is how S came downstairs yesterday morning for breakfast.  Burger King crown from Grandmama, check.  P.J.'s, check.  Lightning McQueen slippers, check.
He has been wearing this crown non-stop, so we have been calling him "King".
Apparently, it is hard to be King.  Especially when your mom makes you get out your own silverware and straw.  I keep thinking "a king in McQueen slippers".  Yeah, he gets no respect at all.

Happy Birthday to my sister, Leigh!!!!