The Golden Weasel approacheth slowly.
HER: Dad? Paul Ra...Rave...Rev...
ME: Paul Revere?
HER: Yeah, him. Was he a president?
ME: No, sweetheart.
HER (eyes growing big): He was a king?
ME (thinking): ...are those really the only two options here?
ME (saying): No. He wasn't a king.
HER: Then...what was he?
ME: Well, he was an American citizen.
ME (stopping to ponder the logistics of that statement): I think.
HER (disappointed): Oh.
I hate to think of what a disappointment I must be: not president, not king, just a citizen and not even a famous one. Well, best she learn now, I guess.
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