Guest Blogger: Moose

So Little C was not a happy camper tonight. It seems that he felt that he wasn't getting equal treatment when it came to the sleeping arrangements. You see, Big C earned the right to "camp" on the three season porch with a sleeping bag. Little C neither earned nor deserved this privilege. So as I sat holding the hand of a crying boy and explaining that fair does not mean equal, he maneuvered for some special treatment.

Little C: "Can I at least sleep in the top bunk?"

Dad: "Sure."

Little C (with pillow clutched firmly in his grasp as he climbs up): "Can you hand up my blanket?"

Dad: "Sure."

Little C: "Now, can you get me a Latte?"

Dad: "Excuse me?"

Little C (now smiling from ear to ear): "or an RB? That stands for 'Root Beer' in case you don't know."

Dad: "I know what it stands for and 'no' you can't have one."

Later:

Dad: "Honey, have you been singing 'Taylor the Latte Boy' on your way home from school again?"