The Lightning Kid Is A Neat-Freak

The King and Queen had noticed a few particular behaviours that the Lightning Kid had picked up. For one thing, he liked to ensure the dining room chairs were pushed in any time he passed through the room. It seemed like he just liked things to be orderly in a certain way. Unfortunately, this did not translate to the toy area, where blocks, puzzle pieces, teddy bears, and other toys lay around like the aftermath of a terrible battle.

 

Still, there were other signs of a desire for order. While it’s common to worry about what toddlers will pick up off the floor, the Royal parents’ concerns were somewhat lessened every time the Lightning Kid would present a piece of tissue or a bit of packaging that he found, and after announcing that he had found it, he would march over to the trash can and drop it off.

 

The Queen had been trying diligently to teach the Lightning Kid to take his own clothes off. This delayed bathtime somewhat, as he was having some trouble getting the hang of it, but the biggest delay probably came from having to put each individual item of clothing into the laundry hamper.

 

Doors had to be closed. Drawers too. The Lightning Kid had a little miniature couch in his room that his father had pushed to the side once after they were finished playing with it, but the Lightning Kid was not satisfied until it had been pushed flush against the wall.

 

One couldn't say that the castle was a tidy place, but the King and Queen did get a kick out of the small amount of order that the Lightning Kid tried to introduce amidst all the other chaos...

 

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A Birthday Party (Somewhat) Unlike Others

One day, the Lightning Kid received an invitation to a birthday party.  He had been to other parties in the past, but this one was different - it came from a classmate at school.  This party was not being held by friends of the King and Queen, nor by classmates of Shark Boy who had opted to include younger siblings.  The Lightning Kid was being invited on the merits of his own friendship.

The King and Queen were thrilled.  And they felt strange about being thrilled; the Lightning Kid was well liked within his class, and certainly the other toddlers had no understanding of his difference - why shouldn't he be invited?  Still the Royal parents could remember their darker days when they were wrestling with having been delivered the news that the Lightning Kid was different than other children.  At the time they tried to consider every potential implication, and a big one was what kinds of friendships would he have if he was so different from other children?

The big day came and the Queen took the young prince to the party.  He was greeted with cheers and smiles and returned those greetings with high-fives (for the adults) and hugs (for his friends).

The party had balloons, a ball pit to jump and crawl around in, slides to descend, and cupcakes for sharing.  As could be expected, the Lightning Kid was all smiles for the duration of the party.
The biggest smiles though, were probably on the faces of the Queen while she observed all this, and the King when he had the story related to him later.  

The Queen wrote the birthday boy's mother a thank-you message the next day, explaining how much it meant to her and the King to have their son invited that way, and the reasons why.  The boy's mother wrote back the next day:

To be honest when I first saw the Lightning Kid joined the class it made me happy - I was glad that the school catered to everyone (it made me like them even more) but also happy that our son was in a diverse classroom....I know as you said kids don't really understand these kinds of differences right now but I think and hope that it will help in ensure in the future they treat everyone the way they should be treated.

This, naturally, led to even bigger smiles for the King and Queen.

Guess who's going home? The #LightningKid that's who!

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On the way to the hospital for breakfast vwith the #LightningKid. It's getting hard to remember my parking space from having visited so many times. Today I will spend more time with him there #TeamHoodie

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I've never seen the #LightningKid this lethargic before. Fever isn't too bad, but damn the flu. Send us your #GetWellSoon thoughts please.

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Hugs As A Way To Travel

It was the Eve of New Year, and the Lightning Kid was at a party hosted by his Grandfather with his brother and parents.  Shark Boy was having a fine time running about his grandfather’s castle and being unruly enough to frighten the guests.  The Lightning Kid was behaving in a similar fashion, though somehow it was better received - this is the difference between being 4 years old and being 2 years old.

The other difference in the ages was that a 2 year-old gets watched by his parents a lot more closely.  He constantly found himself blocked from going into this corner or that corner, from grabbing this drink glass or that person’s pant leg by either the King or Queen throughout the early parts of the evening.  This didn’t really suit his ambitions for the evening, so he hatched a plan.  He noticed a great number of people congregated near where drinks were being served (How odd).  He simply invaded the forest of legs, where is father would be unable to follow...

There.  I did it.  Now he can’t follow me... he can’t even see me...

...and I can’t see him.  I guess I don’t like that so much.

Let’s see what I can do about this.

You there! Would you like to pick me up?  I’m a prince, and I’m reaching up to you, now bend down here and lift, will you?

Yes, you can get a hug.  Now, where’s my father?

Ah there he is.  You there, lady, you’re closer to my father than this fellow, would you like a hug?  I’ll lean over to you from here, be sure to catch me.  Thanks, here’s your hug.  Unfortunately, you’re still 2 people away from my father.  NEXT!

And so he moved from person to person, swinging like a monkey in a tree, from hug to hug until he was safe in his father’s arms.  Until the next time he felt like dashing off...