What A Card!

There are certain telltale signs that your 3-year-old daughter has watched your wife play too many games of solitaire on the computer.

This afternoon, we were at JoAnn's, waiting to frame a beautiful photograph that had been sent to me from overseas. The woman in front of us was taking an excruciatingly long time deciding what matte and frame to use. To prevent Rachel from running all over the store, I let her walk up to the top step of the tall metal stairway that is used to pluck items from the tallest shelves.

"This is my castle!" she proclaimed.

I bowed at the waist to her. "I salute you, Queen Rachel!" I replied.

She admonished me. "I am not the Queen; I am the King!"

I saw an opportunity to teach. "Rachel, girls are queens; boys are kings."

"I am a girl King!" she replied, before adding, "You can be my Jack."