Okay, so this happened back in October, but I totally forgot to write about it until I came across these pictures.
While visiting Faire one day, Miles got to be knighted by the King. My normally wild, rambunctious boy became very serious and focused when it was his turn.
He knelt on the pillow, his face suddenly solemn.
The king touched the sword to his left shoulder, saying, "In the name of St. Christopher,"
The right shoulder, "and St. Andrew,"
On the head, "and St. John,"
"I dub thee, Sir Miles!"
He was so proud of himself, insisted on being called "Sir Miles" the rest of the day, and told everyone, "I a knight!"