Tyson agreed to watch a video with me while I folded a mountain of laundry (that he had washed!!!) tonight. After 3 unsuccessful attempts at finding something interesting/appropriate/not a yawn-fest we finally settled on a biography of Queen Elizabeth II.
While outlining the details leading to her reign, it was necessary for the narrator to list the circumstances leading to her uncle, Edward VIII's, abdication and her father, George VI's, ascension to the throne. Upon realizing that George V had named his second son after himself, I remarked to Tyson, "see, it's not unheard of for a not-the-first son to be named after his father." (Tyson is paranoid that in naming his 5th son after himself he may be perceived as egotistical. I disagree) At which point my husband remarked to me, "no, his name was Piccadilly."
huh?
backed the dvd up
When her father became king, they moved to Buckingham Palace from their home in Piccadilly. That's cleared up so I feel free to remark again, "See? There's precedence for that, he named his second son after himself, George..."
Tyson: "presidents? I thought he was the king."
King Piccadilly.
