King Devin

About two months ago Devin asked me for a crown. Where did he get that idea from? I'm not sure. Nonetheless, I made him a crown from the papers we have left over from our old jobs. Then the next day he insisted on wearing it to the Mommy & Me class (refused to wear his hat on his way over but the crown when it was still quite chilly in the morning here). When the teacher saw him, she bowed to him & said, "I bow to you, King Devin". You should have seen the little smirk that played on his face. He played with that crown for a couple of days, then had forgotten about it. But just a few days ago, he asked for another crown, then another, in colors of red, orange, then yellow. He would put the crown on & called himself King Devin. When Andrew came home, he wanted Andrew to wear one of his crowns. When Andrew put it on, he proclaimed him King Daddy. I thought that was so cute. And just this past Sunday at church, we've been reminded that we are Kings. And my thought went to Devin & his crowns, thinking "Hey, Devin needs no reminder, he knew all along!"