My Prince

So the other day while Kennedy was at school and Leah was sleeping soundly, Jake comes to me while I'm laying on the couch and puts a dishtowel on my head. I'm thinking he's just trying to be funny, but then he keeps tugging on my hand trying to get me up and saying "pence, pence". I don't recognize this new word, and when I ask him to sign it he can't. So I get up and he takes both of my hands and bends side to side, starting to dance this different dance. I say to him, "oh, you wanted to dance?" and he just gives me this look like, "you don't get it, mom." Finally, he stops dancing with me and points to himself and says, "me, pence!" Finally I get it. He's dancing with me because he's my prince! And the dishtowel is my pretty hat. Kennedy will sometimes ask him to be the prince at the ball with her (I've even overheard her saying she wishes she could marry him, which I love.) I just thought it was so cute that Jake wanted to be my prince at the ball! So we continued dancing the special slow dance, the prince and princess. That is, until he saw his truck and promptly dumped the princess to go drive! Oh well. He's still my prince.