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“Yeah?”

“Can I get a gaming chair?”

I glanced at him. “For what?”

“For my room.”

“I know where you want to put it. I’m asking why.”

“So I can sit in it and play my game.”

“You have a whole bed right there.”

“That’s not the same.”

“How is it not the same?”

He gave me that deadly serious Caspian expression before slowly shaking his head like he genuinely felt sorry for me. “You don’t understand gaming, Mommy.”

I placed a hand flat against my chest. “Wow. The disrespect.”

Kaidence ignored me and walked over to the corner near the desk, already designing his dream setup in his head.

“Look. The gaming chair can go right here, then I need a bigger TV on that wall, and my console can go under it. And I want those lights that stick around the ceiling and change colors.”

“LED strips?”

“Yeah! Them!”

I crossed my arms. “Anything else, Your Royal Highness?”

He tapped his chin and seriously considered the question.

I laughed. “That was sarcasm, Kaidence.”

“I know.”

Clearly, he didn’t.

“And I want that thing that puts stars all over the ceiling,” he continued. “And some glass shelves for my Marvel guys.”

I knew he was talking about one of those little star projectors, but I let him keep going.

“Okay.”

“And a bigger bed.”

“A bigger bed?” I pointed toward the full-size bed behind him. “Kaidence, you already have more bed than most five-year-olds know what to do with. Half the kids your age are still sleeping in a twin, and some teenagers are still hanging off the end of one with their feet touching the wall.”

He climbed onto it anyway, stretched out flat on his back, and spread his arms and legs like a starfish. “Grandma told me Daddy had an extra-big bed.”

A small, bittersweet smile tugged at my mouth. “Yeah. Your daddy definitely liked things big and ridiculous.”

“Can I get one like he had?”

“Baby, you do not need a bed that size.”

“Why?”