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…
The Matticus Kingdom 
Freeeeeeeedom! 🙂
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…
Oh dear…
I don’t even know what to say…
This parenting thing is hard. Who knew? TV makes it look so easy…
😉
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.
Or even separated.
Poor socks indeed. Plus, poor daddy who then has to go on a hunt to find matching pairs when he needs them now…
That too. Maybe you could get the Queen to knit or crochet you some more?
True. That could probably be arranged. But, what would stop The Little Prince from freeing those as well? It’s a conundrum.
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!!
I’m pretty sure that will be his great achievement, yes. He’s going to study sockology, and then the science of dryers and he will solve this mystery!
Hurray….my unmatched feet thank him already. 🙂
I think I’m going to need to see a video of that…
PERHAPS his mission was not about freeing the socks, but about helping silly Daddy, who stores his socks so far away from his feet!
Wow! That is a great theory. He was putting them closer to where they really belong. I love it. And it just shows how brilliant he truly is. Thank you!
Hey, never underestimate the importance of lunch, or the importance of alerting people to the importance of lunch.
(It’s teh highlight of my workday.)
Good point. Speaking of… it’s time for lunch! For me anyway. The rest of you kingdomites get back to work!
Are you sure the queen wasn’t messing around with the royal rooster?
I’m sure of nothing.
Well socks taste good…at least to a baby and if he has a sock in it (that’s saying isn’t it?) He won’t be cock-a-doodle-doing then! 😉
Oh my goodness. I hadn’t even considered that. Yes, I think we should encourage his sock-in-it ways.
Yeah I read all the responses because I thought someone would have beat me to that thought process…Encourage away!
It’s so simple, and yet so brilliant. Though… as parents are we supposed to support all of his endeavors? Wouldn’t it be wrong to stifle his roostering ways?
Not if he’s enjoying chewing on the sock…and you can make it and amazing thing for him if he loses interest…
Well I am brilliant aren’t I?! 😉
Yes, brilliant. Agreed. 😀
Wow one person in the world that knows of my brilliance, this should be announced…
It is the week for those sorts of announcements. You have my permission to transmit the acknowledgement however you so desire.
ahaha, well thanks for the permission. 😉
Of course. Any time. Well, not really any time, but this week at least while silliness is ruling supreme… well, I guess silly is always king around here, so maybe any time was correct. I don’t know. Why are you asking me questions?
you sound slightly confused, is the sock out?
I don’t know anymore.
What sock are we talking about?
that’s what I thought!
What? What does that even mean?
i’m not sure now your confusion has rubbed offf..
Oh dear.
Take a step back, have a drink (or two) and let’s readdress. Let me know when you are ready.
still drinking…hic up
Good stuff.
I’ll be here when you are ready, though, the more I drink the less coherent I will be.
the coherint less the more wha? hic
I dunno, wha’s matta you?
hey whadya think you do hey
Your spot on, totes spot on with that mate.
hey
Yo!
yo yo do you have a yo yo?
I’m sure I do somewhere. I once knew how to walk the dog, but I doubt I could do anything thqt fancy anymore.
you have a dog? does it chase your cats? 😉
I don’t have a dog, no. Not really a dog person at all. Why do you ask?
you have a dogperson? ;- ) I’m totally messing with you. You talked about walking the dog with a yo yo….
I followed. I was just carrying on with the absurdity because fun. 🙂
Ohhhh so you were messing with me while I was messing with your mess…so you have a dogperson?
No, I have no dogperson. Though, that does give me an idea for a story.
Now that should be interesting! lol.
Not really. After I typed that I realized it has already been done. John Candy’s character in Spaceballs. “I’m a Mog, half man, half dog. I’m my own best friend.”
ha, i’m sure you could come up with a new spin on it, a domcat?
I gave my creative brain the day off. Sadly.
well that’s allowed 😉
I’m not sure I had a choice whether it was allowed or not.
well that could pose a problem then…you might need a mandog to help you with that
I hear this jingle in my head. “Mandog, Mandog. He holds his own leash, he throws and fetches sticks for his own amusement. Mandog. Mandog. On the toy aisle.”
i can only imagine how annoying that must be for you! lol have fun in the toy isle!
I love the toy aisle. I’m just sad I don’t have time to play with them all anymore. That’s the worst part of growing up – still wanting to play with all the toys, but having other responsibilities and obligations that we have to put first.
you mean there’s stuph that comes before toys?
In the kingdom, yes. I know that isn’t true for everyone. But, when I’ve got a kingdom to run I have to think of others first.
duly noted. look…toys!
Hooray for toys!
playing with said toys here busy 😉
Hey!!! That’s not fair. Some of us are working…
well then carry on…vroom
vroom? as in you are playing with some cars or planes or something like that… egad, could it be?? trains??? say it isn’t so!!
chugga chugga
I’m so flummoxed I’m shocked I spelled that word correctly on the first try!
very impressive, maybe your creative has returned!
It tracked me down?
That’s kind of scary.
do do do do… *Twilight Zone* music…lol
Hah!!
Has anyone ever told you that you are brilliant?
It sounds vaguely familiar, I think there should be an announcement made don’t you?!
I thought you were going to take care of that?
Moi?
Si!
que?
No se. Como estas?
pourquoi?
por que no?
no?
yes?
sure, do you remember what we were talking about?
yo-yo’s
different languages we sort of speak
drinking
dog people (of varying kinds)
and how brilliant you are
or something like that
oh yes my brilliance!
Priceless. Little Prince knows life.
True. Very, very, very true.
Free ALL THE SOCKS!
I think we should make this a new movement… t-shirts, speeches, the whole works.
My question: do we WEAR socks, or does that go against the Free Socks movement?
Good question. I’ll ask the expert tonight and get back to you. Though, since he’s anti-clothes in general at this point, I think it is safe to say we probably shouldn’t be wearing socks.
There’s a meme for that.
At least one.
Is he taking volunteers?
Volunteers to join his cause?
Of course! Socks must be treated correctly.
Yeah. I’m pretty sure he’d be happy to have volunteers. Though, you’ll have to post pictures of previous sock freeing accomplishments for him to officially hire you on.
How about the fact that not only do my socks not live in cramped drawers, but they don’t have to share a living space with another sock? Good enough?
Hmm, I’ll have to ask him. I’m not up to speed on his hiring requirements.
I’ll be awaiting his answer.
He said, “Cock-a-doodle doo!!” Which I think means, “What? There are more socks? Where? I want them! I want them in my mouth right now!!”
Is that a yes then?
Yes. I think. Okay, yes, let’s go with that.
Hooray! Does the Jester permit me to give the rooster-activist-prince cookies?
Sadly, no. No cookies yet. I’m not sure how much longer that will last, but he has enough energy now without that kind of concentrated sugar…
Hmm, didn’t think of that.
Well then, any favorite/liked food will do, I suppose.
He really likes peas and green beans. Loves them. Adores them. Likes to gobble them up, squish them, and carry them around as he escapades around the kitchen and dining room.
Amazing kid you have there (but you know that already^^)
True (and true) and thank you. 😀
The cock who freed the sock sounds like a nice children’s book. Well, maybe you’d have to clean it up a little bit.
Hah!!
Children’s book. Adult film. It could go either way.
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!
Well that makes sense for the build up to the sock freeing extravaganza… but, what about all the cock-a-doodle-doing since then? Just rubbing it in that he is awesome and we are not?
he’s either literally crowing. or he still has other issues he needs to resolve.
Probably both. Hard to say at this point.
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.
Hahahahaha, fantastic. I wonder if I should hide my underwear now, or just accept the inevitable and set them free too.
Our kids are going to make hippies of us. Or worse, hipsters.
As long as we aren’t bearded…
Oh wait, do you have a beard?
Give me a second to run my fingers through my chin scruff while I think about that question.
I shaved yesterday morning, so, while I don’t have scruff, I do have stubble. Until I shave again tomorrow morning.
This is why I am glad my cat will never know what a rooster is and doesn’t have opposable thumbs. My socks and sleep time are safe.
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?
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.
Hooray. I was definitely going for laughs… and maybe some sympathy… and maybe just some shared silly. That is what this week is all about. 😀
You definitely managed that
:p
hahahahahahahahhaah!!!!!
Yeah, that does pretty much sum it up. Well said. 😉
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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