So, then. What were you ruling when you were eight months old? Like Constantine, and like most other people, the roost, would be my guess. Hollering loudly, ordering people around, whenever you were hungry, or wet, or generally aggravated with life itself.
In all fairness, it should be noted that the child was crowned co-Caesar with his father, Heraclius.
Like many of you, I am a parent, and thus shared with their mother the responsibility of raising several children. It is right and meet that the infant express his* desires and expect his demands to be met. The demands are reasonable, and can usually be met, barring extreme poverty and illness.
But. Here I pause to mount my soapbox
It is my belief that it is the responsibility of the parents to teach the child as it grows and develops that he is not Caesar, and that the world does not exist for the purpose of gratifying his every whim.
And believe me, I could go on and on.
*Note that the masculine pronouns in the tirade
are to be considered gender-neutral in the
grammatical sense. Humor me. That is how
I was taught. In school. By licensed teachers.