He asks questions sometimes that I don't know how to answer.
It's funny – how can a child so small cause so much confusion in the mind of a king?
I suppose it's the charm of a child. Ever since he learned to talk, he's been befuddling me with his why this, and how that.
Take yesterday, for example.
We were in the gardens, and I was carrying him. He was growing restless – pulling my hair, poking my arms. Finally, I set him down, and he followed me through the rows of flowers. Glancing down at him, I had to choke back a laugh. He was trying to look just like me, right down to his upright posture and the solemn look on his face. After a while, he looked up at me and said,
"Ada, when are we going to see Uncle Legolas?"
"Right now, utinu-nin," I smiled, impressed that he had remembered the date of Legolas' visit. I continued walking for a few paces, thinking about his remarkable ability to retain information, when a small voice stopped me.
"Ada?"
"Yes, utinu-nin?"
"How soon is now?"