Ike wants to be a pharaoh.
As in, his greatest occupational aspiration is to be supreme ruler of Egypt.
|He likes to practice Walking Like an Egyptian|
Since he can't read, I now know way more about Egypt than I ever wanted to.
|A lot of Walking Like an Egyptian practice goes on at our house|
He keeps telling us that, once he's a grown up, he will have forgotten all about God. He's pretty sure he'll join with the ancient Egyptian ideologies and worship hundreds of idols.
|One of Ike's many Egyptian pictures. This one depicts him showing Uncle Jake around his pyramids.|
I told him Ariana is correct, Egypt hasn't had a pharaoh for a long time. However, I reassured him, they have been going through a great deal of political unrest. In fact, the military very recently took over the country because they didn't like how the president was ruling things.
He now thinks that in a few decades Egypt will be ready to throw itself under the rule of Pharaoh Isaac. Obviously presidents haven't been working out for them and they'll be ready to go back to the good ol' days.
|He found my world atlas and decided to start drawing all the flags of the world. The future Pharaoh of Egypt needs to be kept abreast of worldwide politics.|
He's promised me that, as mother of the pharaoh, he will have his slaves build a large pyramid, filled with an obscene amount of treasure, for my burial crypt.
|Ike practices his mummy position for when his subjects bury him in his own sarcophagus.|
He's taken that suggestion under consideration.