The Queen Maker

Friday was the homecoming football game for JW North (we lost, big) but it was also the night for Porter to shine. He was asked to crown the Homecoming Queen and insisted on wearing his best clothes to the occasion (although daddy spent most of the night tucking his shirt in). Porter quite enjoyed rooting for the football players (both teams) and often yelled out, “Get it football!”

With five minutes on the clock (which translates into 15-20 minutes in real life) we walked down to the field for our instructions. We didn’t receive any. Undaunted, we queued up with the rest of the group and then we waited . . . and waited . . . and waited . . .

Porter was a bit agitated by all this waiting, until we found the kicker’s net and balls, which I told Porter he could throw into the net. He was almost recruited on the spot by the opposing team’s coach, but because he had a job to do, he turned down the offer.

Graciously, very graciously.

There was some concern, ten minutes before he actually walked out onto the football field to crown the queen, that he might require some assistance. He was getting quite tired, and decided to cuddle up in his favorite place for a little rest: dad’s arms.

But when the moment came for him to carry the crown and march out to meet the new royalty, he seized the opportunity with gusto, strode with authority, and placed the crown on the queen’s head with enthusiasm.

Cutest. Boy. Ever.