Some Day...

When my daughter Gwen was four years old, she said one day, apropos of nothing, "When I am the Mommy and you are the child." There was no punishment involved, just a simple statement of plans that she was making once the present situation rectified itself. She spoke so confidently I was almost convinced that this indeed would happen one day. Then again she spoke confidently of having four children and naming them Smelly, Belly, Jelly, and Marshmallow.

But sometimes I think I see this same look in Fanny's eyes: Someday when I am the master and you are the pet...

That's the look she gives me when I throw away perfectly good scraps and tell her she has been eating too many snacks lately.

That's the look she shoots Dave when he thoughtlessly eats all 4 pieces of bacon I've made for breakfast.

It is the look in her eyes when we come back to the car after running a short errand and find her sitting in the driver's seat. And we make her move into the back seat. Oh the ignominy!