Your Eminence

When one of us is on the stairs and Troy is in the game room looking down over the balcony, he will stick his foot through the bars and present it to us. My wife started to kiss his little foot, like some sort of Catholic pope or something presenting their ring. Now, he thinks he’s entitled to kisses on his foot all the time. Little turd!

Of course we gladly oblige, but that’s not the point! It’s the principle of the thing, that he expects it. Like just because he’s the little prince, he thinks he gets special treatment. Pfft! Fine, okay, he does...he does.