I Win, The End

Yet another discussion/argument on the car ride home between Logan and me.  

“I really want a kitty,” Logan said, from the backseat. 

“Over my dead body!” I managed to exclaim, without using any expletives. 

“How come what you say goes?” he demanded. 

“Because I’m the man of the house,” I said, knowing my wife wasn’t around to hear me.

“Well, everyone gets a vote,” he continued. 

I'd be open to that.  So long as the vote is, “No kitty.”

“No, I win, the end,” I said.

As far as I was concerned, the matter was now closed.

“Huh uh, Mom has more potential than you,” he sassed. 

Potential?  Maybe.

Pull, clout, say so?  Hardly.

Awesomeness?  Never.

- 30 October 2017