Last night the boys were playing some kind of imaginary cat soccer in the living room and knocking things over. I finally turned to them and said, "You guys need to stop doing that."
"But we're playing ball!" Wesley protested.
"Well, I said to stop and I'm the mommy. Who's in charge here?" I replied.
Ryan didn't miss a beat before answering, "Daddy!"
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