Oh, to be king!
If Iwere king of the world, a blond little guy in the park behind my house tells his minder, we would’ve had ice cream. Lots. Millions-hundreds lots!
The au pair laughs, teeth a dazzling white against her dark skin. “And if I were king,” she coos, “you’d be giving me hugs. Millions and hundreds.”
I catch part of this sunny exchange as I trundle past on my afternoon walk with the dog. And I can’t help
