Charlotte and Luke’s penchant for dressing up is well documented within these pages, as is their love for the medieval.
Luke’s been on a lance kick of late. He’ll put on his knight helmet, look for the nearest ‘lance’ (the closest stick-like object most likely to inflict harm) and attempt to mount his trusty ‘steed’ (either me or Karen, whoever’s closest). In the absence of a willing steed, he’ll simply run around with his ‘lance’ outstretched, usually directed at a person, object, or wall.
In light of this, we searched for a solution, and inspiration soon struck. (You might say it struck me like a lance, or it’s quite possible inspiration and a lance struck me simultaneously.) I assembled our collection of used, cardboard, toilet paper rolls into a makeshift lance for our fearless knight.
As I handed it to him and announced that it was his new lance, re-knighting him Sir Luke (a porcelain knight, if you will, who derives his weapons from the bathroom), his face lit up like it was Christmas. He was absolutely thrilled.
“Dad, I want to ride you,” he stated immediately, struggling to climb up to my back with his new lance.
And off went Sir Luke on his trusty steed with his new lance.
Because at the Putney manor, that’s the way we roll.
I hope you enjoyed today’s serving of ‘mac & cheese.’
