Our daughters have started insisting that Daddy move from
his regular seat at the dining table to sit between them instead, which
puts Hubs at the head of the table. I walk in one night to find him
sitting there without being asked by the girls.
Me: Oh. So we're doing this now?
Hubs: It's fitting. I should sit at the head because I'm the man in the family. I'm the master of this house. [looks me up and down] Where's your jean skirt?
Hubs: It's fitting. I should sit at the head because I'm the man in the family. I'm the master of this house. [looks me up and down] Where's your jean skirt?
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