This is a story of two Princes.
Both are around the same age.
One Prince is the son of the King.
The other Prince…the son of the Queen Ruler Supreme.
But both are being raised together, alongside 3 others, as siblings. The word STEP isn’t even thought about.
The story unfolds with the Royal PITAS sitting down to watch Total Drama Island.
The Queen Ruler Supreme of ALL Things…
was putting the youngest Prince to bed…thinking all things were fine and dandy with catatonic children glued to the television.
what sounded like a girl screaming…yelled the Queens birth name.
The Queen told the youngest hoodlum Prince to stay put…
and went off to investigate the disturbance in the Kingdom, which was coming from the main floor.
The Queen ran down the corridors of the bedroom chambers and flew down the staircase.
What she was greeted with was a scene from the octagon. UFC material!
The boys were throwing punches, rolling on the ground, expelling explicatives.
The Queen edged her way into the death grip.
Pried them apart.
And sent them to their rooms without being able to complete their match…or their show, Total Drama Island.
Once the Queen was done reprimanding the Princes, she went back to putting the youngest to bed.
From the bed chamber of the little Prince, she could hear a ruckus coming from the chamber next door…the Kings Prince.
Tearing noises. Crashes. Pounding. All sorts of disturbing sounds.
Down the hall was the Queens Princes chamber. She listened. She heard…nothing.
After the little one was snoring loudly…
The Queen went to check out what it was she had been hearing. This…is where the observation came in…
The Prince of the King, in his anger and frustration…had torn apart his room. Ripped down posters from the walls, broke his hangers, threw his clothing all over his room. It looked…like a disaster area. That needs to be condemned.
She walked down the corridor to her Princes chamber. He had been super angry and frustrated, too. And she and he had exchanged some horrible words prior to him going to his room…
and what she found in his room was surprising…especially in comparison to the other Princes room.
He was fast asleep.
But next to him, was a notepad.
And on the notepad, was the beginnings of a story.
He had decided to use his banishment from the television…WISELY.
And start a story from an idea that had popped into his head.
When the Queen bent down to kiss her oldest Prince,
His eyes opened.
He told the Queen that he was sorry for his behavior.
He also told the Queen that he decided to write a story. And…
“Mommy. Will you help me?”
The Queen smiled at her son. With whom she had been SO angry at, just a few minutes before. And she told her son that she would LOVE to help him write a story.
As she was leaving the bed chamber, she thought to herself…
How interesting. Two pre-teenage Princes. Both EXTREMELY angry. Both being raised in the same kingdom.
two TOTALLY different reactions and actions.
And the Queen thought to herself…
Kids are strange.
And she wasn’t sure exactly WHAT it was she had been thinking when she decided to have some.
And she REALLY wasn’t sure WHAT exactly she had been thinking when she decided to marry a King that already had two of his own.
What EXACTLY her son was going to write about. And maybe she should be more concerned about that then her Kings Prince destroying his room…
Princesses can be just as difficult. I have 4 princesses and a prince. All very different.
Anglophile Football Fanatic says
I’d love to hear what the story is about now.
Good luck with that. I’d love to hear what the story was about.
I love, love, love your stories like this! I’m still sending my son to you, the expert, when he gets older!
Tara R. says
I don’t think I could handle two teen boys in one house. I wonder how the original fight was started.
the planet of janet says
children are indeed different.
You are doing a great job. I love the fact that in your home there is no “step”. That is how it should be. I am not speaking from experience in this matter, just from my heart. I know each family is unique (sp) and every dynamic different, just speaking about what I know of you and yours and how your love to them ALL shows thru in even the most trying of times.
My boys didn’t speak to eachother for an entire month after an episode like you described…in many ways it was lovely!!!! However at the time caused me great concern.
Mom On The Run says
Your comment on my blog has brought me here today, and wow! Boy can the Queen Ruler Supreme ever write! Great post – I just added your to my Google Reader and will definitely be back.
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