The Little Prince finds his callings

I know what you are thinking, “he’s not even ten months old, how can the Little Prince already find his callings?”  And, “Callings?  Plural?  Is that even a thing?”

Well, for the son of the Jester, yes, apparently it is a thing.

For his first calling, we realized that the Little Prince had decided he wanted to be a rooster.  We realized this after discovering him cock-a-doodle-dooing constantly.  From his bed.  From his high chair.  From his room.  From his car seat.  It was hard to miss.  Okay, fine, nothing wrong with wanting to be a rooster, they are a proud bird and have an important role.

Unfortunately, the Little Prince hasn’t quite got his internal clock worked out yet.  So, his loud wailing, er, um, screaming, no, that’s not quite right either, his greetings to the morning (yes, let’s go with that) have been happening at all hours of the day and night.  Seriously.  All hours.

7AM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (Hey, good job.  Yes, a new day is starting.  Awesome.)

9AM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (Um, you arlready told us a new day was starting, but it is still morning, and maybe you were just really excited about being up and playing.)

12PM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (Wait a minute, what?  Well, I guess it is lunch time, maybe he’s just happy about that.)

3PM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (No, kiddo, sorry, you aren’t supposed to herald the end of the day too.  Just the start.)

7PM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (Argh, my head.)

1AM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (No, no, no, that’s just all kinds of wrong.)

3:45AM – Cock-a-doodle-doo!!  (I think our rooster is broken…)

For his second calling, the Little Prince has decided to be a founding member of P.E.T.S.: People for the Ethical Treatment of Socks.

Much to my dismay he located my sock drawer and was shocked and appalled with the terrible living conditions I had forced upon my socks.  Tight space.  Low light.  Terrible.

So, he took it upon himself to immediately start a campaign of freeing the socks and redistributing them, giving them all ample room to move about, and grow in a more healthy environment.

I’m so embarrassed.  I didn’t know it was such a wrong thing.  And, my excuse that “that was how I was raised,” doesn’t make it okay.  I should have known better.  I should have changed.  And, I’m just so very proud of him for freeing my socks, without fear, without reservation, he really went to town on my sock drawer.  It was mayhem.

I must admit I was second guessing his altruistic nature, though, when he carried one of the socks off… in his mouth…

134 thoughts on “The Little Prince finds his callings

    • Yes, exactly! And never mind the way he was just tossing them over his shoulder carelessly. No, I’m certain he knew they would be safe and was just helping them spread out…

      • Wait until he is old enough to realize the dryer eats them. Might need to start preparing for that one now…

  1. I heard that actual roosters were noisier than that… Maybe the Little Prince already knew that?

    As for his freeing your socks, I feel for them. It was probably warm and cozy on the sock drawer and he’s taken them into the cold and the bright lights and serrated them from their friends… Poor socks.

  2. Some people spend their whole lives never knowing their calling….and he has two!! I’m impressed. Now if he can follow up the sock calling to discover the mystical force that removes a sock from each dryer tumble, he’ll make millions!!

  3. perhaps he was crowing, and trying to alert you about the sock disaster and you two just didn’t understand him. lucky, he was able to get in there himself and take care of it, hands-on. phew!

  4. So funny… but Little Prince shouldn’t stop there. My daughter likes to take my underwear and put her head through it, and then make it vanish. I’m pretty sure she’s a revolutionary waging a silent war on behalf of underwear everywhere. I honestly didn’t know there was such a thing before I had kids… and now I’ve learned that my socks aren’t safe either. Canadians do NOT do well without socks. The underwear… meh.

    • Ah, Bixby. Best cat ever. Though, I’m pretty sure a few minutes with me and I could teach him some bad habits. Since our cats have the rule of the kingdom, we obviously know exactly how to train them to behave, right?

  5. Poor Matt. Unfortunately for you, roosters are known to go off at all hours. We used to live next to a house that had one. You could hear the stupid thing going off at midnight! Thankfully, I was a heavy sleeper. Anyway, I laughed so hard at this post. Thanks, Matt. I needed a good laugh.

  6. I seriously have the cutest photo of my middle child who decided his sock needed to be removed from his foot and used as a pacifier instead. He was fast asleep with it plugging up his mouth. He’d crawl around with a sock hanging out of his mouth. Then when you found a sock and tried to put it on his cold feet it would be soaking wet with drool and we had to get a clean set of socks!
    Enjoy! At least he’s not a girl wanting to west them as long gloves 🙂

    • Hahaha. Oh, wearing them as gloves would be super funny too! Maybe he will do that at some point. He hasn’t quite figured out the whole clothes thing yet. Well, other than he isn’t a fan of them at all.

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