World Domination

Have I told you the story of ruthless domination? Years ago when our son was in middle school, the writing teacher assigned his class a lesson on describing their families.  Since ours is a wee bit tiny, being just the three of us, his material was a smidge limited.  He began with the usual of "we live here, this is what my house is like, I have two dogs that are Shelties named Zipper and Zoe. Then he wrote about his father.

My father is lots of fun, he is our cub scout leader and we go on many camping trips and get to canoe, build campfires and shoot shotguns on the range. He is a computer programmer and designs systems for big companies.  He loves to build Legos with me and take me to science fiction movies, and we are reading The Chronicles of Narnia together every night.  I love my Dad!!!

Now, here is what he might have said about his mother, but did not.

My mother is an awesome baker, she makes the best cookies in the world. She sews quilts, and works at the library's reference desk. She used to manage a bookstore and she loves to read.  She bought me two dogs since I don't have a brother or sister.  I love my Mom!!!

However, kids being what they are, this is what he actually wrote:
 My mother is a Ruthless House Dictator!!!

Apparently I ruled with an Iron Oven Mitt.

The teacher had stapled all the kid's bios to the bulletin board so that during parent teacher night we could read the collected works of all the kids.  When we arrived there was a cluster of parents laughing at one spot, and of course as we approached heads turned and the giggles were then directed at us.  Isn't it a wonder that our children grow to adulthood, without us needing group therapy?

What shall we do tonight Macaroni? Same thing
we do every night Raleigh, try to take over the world.