On Saturday, P took Caroline to the ranch for the day to give me time to recover from my scratchy, sore throat and to wallow in my agony without someone constantly shoving Go Fish cards in my face and demanding I play with them. He can’t help himself, he just loves Go Fish.
Anyway, they left around noon and didn’t get home until around 9:00 p.m.
As soon as they walked in the door, I scooped Caroline up and dropped her straight in the bathtub. By the time I scrubbed the mosquito repellant off her, got her in pajamas, and combed her hair, it was around 9:30. I decided to go ahead and put her in our bed to save myself the midnight trip to her room, especially since we were about to lose an hour.
I tucked her in, kissed her goodnight and she said, “Mama, are you going to bed right now?”
“No, not yet. I’m staying up for awhile.”
“How come you get to stay up late?”
“Because I’m the mama.”
“So, does Daddy get to stay up the latest since he’s the boss?”
“Yes, Daddy stays up the latest.”
“Mama, I don’t think Daddy is really the boss. I think you’re the real boss.”
“Shhh. Let’s keep that between us.”