I came up from the basement with a big basket of laundry in my arms, to find Little Brother perched on the back of the couch, happily eating a Tootsie Pop that Big Brother had given him this morning with instructions to “save until after lunch.”
“What are you doing up there?”
“King Of Couch,” he proudly responded.
“And what am I?”
“Queen Of Dishes!”
I think I’ll be serving dinner on paper plates tonight, then.