“If you were a monarch, what would your portrait pose be?”
Sometimes it takes my brain a minute to confirm that yes, that’s the out-of-the-blue question I just heard.
So our sixteen year old positioned into his own pose. Feet crossed. Arm resting on the back of a stool. Chin raised. Very royal.
He looked at me expectantly. Grabbed his phone and pulled up Louis XVI in a lavish cloak. Tweaked his own pose. “This is my favorite.”
“Elizabeth and Victoria have good ones….” he suggested.
His Dad didn’t miss a beat. “Sword raised. On a horse.”