She's turning them over, looking at them top and bottom, and then she asks me:
"Who got these cymbals for me again?"
I said, "Gary Turner, honey." She must have remembered me telling her a year ago that Gary lives in England. Because she says:
"Mom, Is he the king of England?"
I'm smiling.
"Well, no. Not really. He's a blogger."
"Oh. Well, does he wear a crown?"
"I think sometimes," I say.
LONG LIVE THE KING!