Suddenly Prince Dexter had a bright idea. He was often full of those.
‘Daddy?!’ He asked, looking up at the king, who was quite tall at eleven feet six inches.
‘Yes, little man?’ the king asked, looking down.
‘Could I please get on your shoulders? That way I might be able to see the sea. Like you and Mummy can.’
‘Do you really want to climb up here? My head is nearly in the clouds. Do you think you will be okay being sooooo high in the sky?’ His father asked with a silly smile in his eyes.
‘Yes, Daddy!’ Prince Dexter replied, giggling loudly. ‘Pleeeeaaase, Daddy! I will be okay.’
‘Then a king must test out his son,’ the king told the little prince, before reaching down with his huge shovel-hands and scooping up his son with loud and silly roar.
Prince Dexter giggled all the way up on to his Daddy’s shoulders, yet still wasn’t sure if he could see the sea.
‘Mummy?’ he called down to the queen.
‘Yes, sweetie?’ For that was the name she mostly gave him.
‘I’m not sure if that is the sea,’ he said, pointing to a low patch of blue. ‘Or that is the sea,’ he told her, pointing to a patch of blue that seemed connected to the lower patch. ‘They both look the same.’
‘That’s because on bright, sunny days, like today,’ his Mummy told him patiently. ‘The sky and the sea look very similar. The lower part is the sea.’
‘Really?! So I can see the sea, Mummy?!’ Prince Dexter asked with wide, excited eyes.
‘Yep,’ the queen replied warmly.
‘So, Daddy, I can see the sea?!’
‘Yep,’ the king called up, trying turn his head to see the joy on his little boy’s face.
‘YAY!’ Prince Dexter called out excitedly, scaring a rather large seagull in the process. ‘I CAN SEE THE SEEEEEEA!!’