This is a small post - but so cute. Rhea had come along - and both of you had put a tonne of rubber bands on your head (till you could see the lines on the forehead) - that were serving as a crown. After Rhea had gone, you needed an audience.
G (roaring): I am a lion king
Mommy ignoring
G repeats, with a rubber band serving as a crown.
Mommy ignoring me.
G: help me be the lion king!
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