Role Reversal

Tonight we had a funny couple of conversations, Gabe and I. It made me wonder who was in charge around here! #1 - Gabe and I were playing baseball (...in the house...should've known this was going to lead to disaster) and I accidently swung and hit the ball into the TV. Its a foam ball, so no damage done, but apparently we've scared religion into Gabe about touching the TV, because he drew in a long breath and said: Gabe: "Mama! You hit the TV! You have to go sit in the bad boy chair!" Me (highly amused): "OK, you're right, I will." Go sit in kitchen chair. Me (after counting to 10): "Can I get up now?" Gabe: "Not yet! Not until I say so!" Me (count to 20): "How about now?" Gabe: "Okay, you can get up now. What do you say?" Me: "I'm sorry, Gabe, for hitting the TV. I won't do it again" #2: Then about an hour later we were using a new paint set: Me: "Gabe, do you like your new paints?" Gabe: "Yes, Mama! I do! I'm very proud of you!" Oops, I have to go. Gabe says it time to put me to bed.