In the car on the way home from school, I informed Olivia, “We’re going to take a family walk then watch a family movie together tonight. That’s the plan.”
“I don’t want to walk. I’m tired,” came the expected and worn response. She means she would rather look at her videos or game apps.
“Daddy said this is what we’re doing, and because we’re a patriarchy, we have to do what he says,” I joked in my dry humor way. Claus, in the driver’s seat (figuratively and literally!), looked at me with bemused disbelief.
“I thought you were the boss, Mommy?” she asked.
“Well, that’s a sticky wicket, Honey. The wife can be the boss, but it’s best achieved if she lets the man think he is,” I elaborated.
She was thoroughly confused. I know. It’s confusing.
“We can work on that over the next couple decades, Sweetie,” I placated. “I’ll teach you.”