Tonight, as I tried to find some degree of zen in doing the dishes amidst Miles’s constant talking and Brie’s excessive barking, Jaclyn added to the cacophony when Brie, constantly nipping at her feet, refused to listen to her commands to “sit” and “wait.”
“Ugh!” Jaclyn groused. “She thinks she’s in charge of the house right now.”
“Look,” I said, “the only person in this house who DOESN’T think they’re in charge of it is ME.”
The Perils (& Pride) of Paternity 