Drama King

Josh told me 5x rapid fire that he needed a tissue or his nose would explode and then he wouldn't be able to breathe.

Josh: TISSSSSSSSSUUUUES!!!

Me: Josh, you have one in your hand.

Josh: But it already has BOOGERRRRS in it! It is dirty. I can't use a dirty tissue!!!!

Me: Josh, you know where the tissues are...get one.

Josh: But my nose is going to explode and then I won't be able to breathe. The hole would be clogged with boogies.

Me: WOW. Someone in the house is a huge drama king.

Josh: I can't be a drama king because I don't have a crown (say this in your best snotty attitudinal voice).

Me: Hmmmmm (this is when I went into the cabinet to get my tools to make ... a crown for him).

Crown made.

Me: Josh, I made something for you.

Josh: Ooooo, what is it.

Me: A crown.

Josh: oh. What does it say?

Me: Drama King.

Josh is giggling while snot flings out of his wee nose.

Josh: Can I wear it?

Me: Yes.

A ceremony ensues with him having the crown placed upon his head by QUEEN CRABBY PATTY (Me, I came up the name). The ceremony was attended by KING POOPY PANTS (Josh named Ben since he had a poop explosion earlier today).

Good times my friends. Good times.