Manager!

Buster had a bowl of cereal, and as is his way, filled up one bowl with milk, and one with cereal for individual cereal square dipping.

He finished up the gallon of milk and returned to the fridge for more.

There was no more milk.

Gasp.

He turned to me in mock outrage and said, “We’re out of milk! I will report you to your manager!”

I looked up at him from my seat at the kitchen table and said, “Wo, easy there or you might find yourself the person in charge of all the laundry and groceries.”

Brief pause.

“So…what you are saying is that you are the manager.”