Setting: Caitrin and I laying on the couch. We were kind of ruff housing. She decided to take it a little to far and gets rougher then I would have liked.
Mom: Cait Mae! That hurts! You need to stop.
Caitrin: My daddy said that you weren't the boss. He said he's the boss.
Looking at Eric for some sort of explaination
Mom: WHAT?!
Eric is slumping in his over stuffed recliner, trying to hide his face.
So that's what he does when he's at home and mom is at work bringing home the bacon.
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