You know when you're driving for, oh, I dunno, 12 hours straight, and it's 2 am, and you're kind of floopy? My mom and I remembered the most random memory while we were driving yesterday--or this morning, really--but I think it's even still funny today, AFTER some sleep.
I was the king in my 1st grade play. I don't remember much about this incident, but apparently I wanted to be the king, and the teacher didn't have any problems with that--neither did any of the other students or students' parents! As we were talking about this last night, we were kind of like . . . Uh, what? WHY did I want to be the king? I mean, really? This would've been in either '89 or '90--who knew Mrs. Otto, in her Lexus LS400 and classy clothes and fancy words, was so progressive?
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I can totally imagine a young version of you wanting to be the king. Too cute.
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