“When Daddy says, ‘no’ and Mommy says, ‘maybe’ then the answer is yes because, ‘maybe’ usually means yes and Mommy’s the boss,” said my daughter in the back seat about whether or not we were going to go out to eat. My husband and I turned and looked at each other.
“See, we always do things your way,” my husband winked and laughed. We have had a running joke about who picks the restaurant ever since the time he finally saw things from my perspective.
“What planet is she on?” I asked. I think because my husband is quieter than I am sometimes people assume that I’m the one that makes the decisions and that is NOT the case, but my daughter lives here. Surely she knows better than that. I explained to the girls that Daddy is the boss, but that Mommy is the manager of the home. I went into detail about how Daddy is a very gracious boss and that he lets me makes decisions around the house unless he thinks I’m doing something wrong and so on. Finally, I stopped and asked my daughter, “Why do you think I’m the boss?”
“Because you’re older,” was her matter of fact answer. I burst out laughing.