We were celebrating yesterday afternoon. The thermometer had dipped below 70 so I whipped out our Ghirardelli Ground Chocolate (so much tastier than Swiss Miss!) to make some hot chocolate. L and J were sitting at the table working on their math.
L said, "I'm the head of the family because I'm sitting in Daddy's chair."
J quickly replied, "No you're not!"
L insisted, "Yes, I am. I am sitting in the chair of the leader of our family, so that means I am the leader of the family."
"You are NOT the leader of our family!" J said, getting more tense by the moment.
At this point, I couldn't ignore the conversation. I had been in my own little la-la-land, but this brought me fully out of it and I began to panic. "Oh man! Does he think I am the leader of our family? What have I done to make him think that? Is it because I am the one who is home with them all day long? Am I undermining Darin's authority in subtle ways without realizing it? What a nag I am! Darin and I are going to have to find some way for him to interact with J some more!"
L responded, "If I'm in the leader chair, then I'm the leader!"
J finished the debate with, "You're not the leader. GOD is the leader of our family!"
The end. L had nothing more to say to that, and all I had to say was a mental, "WHEW!"
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