Excalibur embedded in my dining room table

This morning, due to the conspicuous absence of my little point-and-shoot that takes nice-enough video, I was unable to film an absurd scene where Jessie, avoiding the issue of actually eating her breakfast, firmly held her spoon standing vertically on the table and claimed that it was "stuck" and no matter how many grunting, groaning noises she made, it WOULD! NOT! COME! OUT!

As I'm sure would happen at your dining table in such a situation, a discussion of the legend of King Arthur ensued.

Unfortunately, we were not too far in to this discussion when I realised I'd shot my mouth off. I'd interested my children in a topic in which my only knowledge comes from Monty Python.



"Why was the sword in the rock?" asked Buzz.

"Umm, The Lady of the Lake, her arm clad in the purest shimmering samite, -er- held aloft Excalibur from the bosom of the water ... You know Buzz, I'm not really sure if this is fact or if it's just a legend."

"Who put the sword in the rock?" he wanted to know.

"Well, Graham Chapman didn't exactly say ...."

Buzz got that dreamy, faraway look in his eyes. "I would have been strong enough to get the sword out."

"Mm, perhaps you would have," I said.

"I could get the sword out, Mum, "offered Jessie.

"Oh, so you could be Queen!"

"NO!" roared Little Miss Threeyearsold, for this is how she interacts with the world at the moment, "I'M GOING TO BE KING!!!"

Sigh.

I shall end with this clip in lieu of the post (like the conversation and the movie it was based on) dwindling to nothing and ending in us all getting arrested.