(scene opens in driveway)
Delta: (climbing into minivan) Mom! Why is it so cold out?
Me: Winter is coming.
Delta: What comes after winter?
(everyone buckled in, van pulls out and begins to drive)
Me: Spring. That’s when your birthday is, you’re my little Lord of Spring.
Delta: I don’t want to be Lord of Spring!
Me: You don’t? But it sounds so grand. Alpha is the Knight of Winter and Beta is the Knight of Summer.
Delta: And Gamma is Queen of….
Me: Fall. Or Autumn. Queen of Autumn is fancier.
Delta: I like Queen of Fall.
Me: You could be King of Spring if you want.
Delta: (thinks is over) Maybe emperor…? No, I can be the God of Spring. Don’t you think that’s a much more appropriate job title for me?
Me: (grinning stupidly) Yes. I think that’s perfect.