conversation with my six year old...
she and her brother came to the Lodge's Sunday brunch and I had taken them to the bathroom...she came out first and I found her gazing intently at the wall of photos of officers and PERs...
Sian: Goma, it says Poppa is the ruler, he is really?
me: yes baby...
Sian: WOW, I cannot believe it...
me: what baby?
Sian: my Poppa is the boss of the whole building...
me: yup
Sian: does that mean, that he can do whatever he wants to do?
me: well, sort of...
Sian: and noone can tell him what to do...
me: (to myself) (sigh... and laughing inside) that's right baby, noone can tell him what to do...
she walks away shaking her head,
Sian: I cannot believe my Poppa is the boss, can I do whatever I want to?
me; sure Sian, would you like to cashier for bingo?
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