"Skyler! Why are you all wet?"
He stood in the bathroom in his soaked pajama shirt, grinning mischievously under wet curls. "Because I anointed myself."
"Sweetie! You were supposed to be brushing your teeth! Why--"
"But Mommy, I was just thinking about King Saul being anointed."
"Well, you aren't supposed to anoint yourself. Why did you do that? Did you think it would be special, or just fun?" (And why do I ask such useless questions?)
"I just wanted to do it." The naughty twinkle hadn't left his eyes. "But it's a good thing I didn't do it with olive oil, isn't it?" He paused for dramatic effect. "Because then I would be...king!"