The King

So my daughter loves Match Box cars ( really any cars for that matter ) she talks to them, sleeps with them, sets them up to watch TV with her....anything any other little girl would do with her baby dolls my little girl does the same with her cars.
Her current favorite is the blue Dinaco car from the movie Cars...

This ^^^^^ is THE KING

That is what she calls him....as in "mommy have you seen the King?" or " can the King take a bath with me?" and so on.

All of this is fine, except...everytime she says "The King" I picture a chubby guy in a white jumpsuit  covered in rhinestons, wearing big wrap around sunglasses saying "hey Babeeh". (that is how he says it in my head, not baby...Babeeh)

And I want to giggle and break out in a bad rendition of any Elvis song I can think of.

I have tried telling her his name, what it is in the movie ...but no. To her he is The King.

 So I will continue to walk around all day with Elvis songs running through my head. But really I hope she never does rename him....I have found myself referring to him as The King now too.

I am sure someday when she is a famous race car driver I will enjoy telling her all about her favorite first car.."The King"