I Can't Contain It

Self,

I have to share this moment. It is still making me laugh when I think about it.

So last night a Prince of the Realm decides he was going to crash in the Royal Quarters, due to the fact that he believed it would be easier to get to his appointment in the morning that staying at another residence. (Actually it was a rare occurrence when I had two PotR but I’m only discussing one for now.)

ScheHimazade and I are in my bed. (No it’s not sexual, the royal bed is large and provides more than enough space to share if I’m inclined to do so.) And although we are tired and need to get up early in the morning, at least I do, we’re talking. He was telling me about the conversation he had at dinner with his mother before he arrived at my place.

* * * * * *

He says;
Mom made an announcement tonight.
She said, “I’m on Faces!”

Stifling a laugh I said, “Faces, Mom?” I already knew where it was going.

She registers the mistake and says, “MyFace. – FacePages. – Facebook.”

I fell out. The computations that she went through to get there were major. “How did you get on Facebook, Mom?”

“Well I keep getting these invites, I finally just was like whatever, clicked something and now I’m on it. ”

I totally understood because that’s how I got on Facebook too.

* * * * * *

We are laughing our faces off.

“MyFace, huh.” I say as I wipe the pools of water from my eyes.

“Yes, MyFace, honey."

I think we laughed for nearly 10 minutes from us repeatedly alternating the phrases Faces, MyFace and FacePages.

We laughed so long I didn’t get to express to ScheHimazade my full interpretation of the scenario. Of course I instantly understood what his mom meant when she said she was on “Faces,” which I’m sure he saw that recognition cross my face.
What is just as hilarious to me is everything else my mind was processing in the same instant from that single statement. The first thing is that in my mind’s eye I can see his mom as she says it. Years washed away from her face as the enthusiasm bubbles up to the surface, infusing her dazzling green eyes with a marvel and wonder of an innocent four year old juxtapose to the 60 year old woman she is really. This transformation happens periodically and it always seems to makes me feels good to witness it and even though I didn't really I felt like I did.

Simultaneously. Oh my God. (Clutch the pearls.) Miss Lady diving into the pools of online-dating. Can either him as the Birth-Son, or me as the Real-Son* survive this? Remembering how often she and my own mother have asked ScheHimazade and myself for help with matters on the computer and Internet. How did her-computer-challenged-self discover Facebook. What has ScheHimazade’s God-Sister done?

So I take ALL that in to consideration, and steady myself for the next segment of his story that will hopefully start to explain things. Then out of his mouth comes, “MyFace.” I see Miss Lady’s face still retaining that innocence but now include a degree of “oops did I mess up, oh well let me fix it.” I’m sorry but at that point the mental levee broke for me and I howled with laughter through the rest of ScheHimazade’s story. I was done.

The Lesson here:
It doesn’t matter the reason, when merriment fills you - Relish in it.

Sincerely,

Pharaoh, loyal subject of the Supreme Creator

* The running joke between the three of us (well ScheHimazde suffers through it) is that although she gave birth to him I am her real son - just an indication of the sense of family we share.