Today, O was getting frustrated with his sister and the idea of serving women in general. J and O were going to go outside to play, but first I wanted the coloring mess J had created to be cleaned up. J told O that if he helped her clean, they could get outside together faster.
He said, "Queen J, Queen J ... I need to help her pick up crayons for her like a servant."
I said, "Well, it's nice of you to do it. Thank you for helping her. I know it's a big mess."
He said, "There's only one king. Not a queen."
I asked what he was talking about.
He said, "God's the only King. I wish God would get married and have a wife-queen."
I chuckled at the thought and said, "Why should God get married?"
He said, "Well, that way He can know how hard queens are!"
This made me laugh a little more.
He smiled and said, "I think the queen's name should be Queen Bee! but I don't know why. It just sounds like the name God's wife would probably want."
I'm not sure if he even realized the irony I found in that statement of his since in the world of bees, it's the queen who leads the hive. Yea, it's probably good God isn't married. Ha.