Quiverfull, Part Deux and Counting

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?