The Three Branches Of Government

I instructed Samantha to kindly stop making squawking noises at dinner the other night. While she looked at me reproachfully, Zach felt he had to chime in: “no, Daddy, don’t worry about Samantha. I’m in charge.”

I must have looked slightly doubtful as to the provenance of his claim, because he continued to outline the distribution of power in our household: “no, actually… actually… Mummy is in charge of Manfa. I’m in charge of the cat. You’re in charge of the rats. OK?”

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