The Queen had taken the Lightning Kid out for a walk in a local park, there were other children there who engaged and played with him. The Queen ended up talking to another lady with a young daughter - just a baby.
"How old is your son?” asked the lady.
"17 months" answered the Queen.
"You mean like 1, 7?”
"Yep, 17 months"
"How can he be 17 months when my 10 month old daughter is as big as he is?"
"Well, thank goodness each kid is different!"
And that response, with its fundamental truth, and the grace with which it was delivered is what made the Lightning Kid’s mother a Queen. The answer was also more charitable than some other responses one could have made in its place such as:
“How old are you? And how can your mind be so much smaller than mine?”
“Gosh, your kid is HUGE!”
“Well, I think your baby is fat.”
As the old adage says:”If you can’t say anything nice, don’t say anything at all.” or the King’s favourite variation on similar wisdom: ”Nothing is sometimes the right thing to do, and always a clever thing to say.”