Who's In Charge?

Recently, we paid a visit to my in-laws in Pullman.  On this particular trip we were not their only house guests.  Staying along with us were very close friends of the family.  They, being grandparents themselves, were delighted by the boys, and Logan, in particular.

When Sunday arrived and it was time to clean up and head home, Betty decided to pitch in and help Logan clean up his games.  That is to say, Logan decided to watch as Betty cleaned up his games.  Consequently, it gave me no end of grief when she, having disappeared into the basement with an armload of toys only to return minutes later and announce that three cherries were missing from Hi-Ho Cherri-O, was greeted with this reply.

"So what?  I don't care.  I'm not in charge of them."

As difficult as it is to render me speechless, I assure you that I will find the right words when I get my hands on that boy's father - whose direct influence can be blamed for that response.

- 13 October 2012