I've created a monster. See, during the 'Roy' business, I told Ryan that his name meant 'little king'. I wanted to make him see that his own name was special and that he should like it as much as we do.
Well, he has taken the 'little king' bit to heart. Apparently, he has been bossing and expressing himself to his older brothers as the 'little king.' I even got a dose of it when we were getting ready to go to his Nana's. I told the kids as we loaded them up that I'd be making tostadas for dinner that night. And Ryan said he'd rather have "Campbell's chicken noodle soup"...he's my picky eater, and I'm exasperated by his requests, so I rolled my eyes and said, "Sure, I don't care, eat whatever you want; it's your Nana's house" and he replies "Of course, Mommy, it's because I'm the little king."
I hope he knows where I plan on placing his crown.