And now, another night in the Kellerman household, another ancient battle in the struggle for power....
Husband and I had just retired to the couch, when he considerately handed me a pillow. I grabbed it and settled in. "Thanks."
He hugged me. "I'm always here for the assist."
"Well, thanks again co-pilot."
I shrugged. "Yeah, you know, because you're the sidekick. Now hush, I finally have nothing to do, and I'm going to do it before it goes away."
Husband knit his brow. "I'm the Captain."
"And I'm the Queen of Brusselstania."
"That's not a real place."
"Quiet, or I'll be forced to make Flea my sidekick. I really don't want to do that. There's a lot of places he can't get into. Have you ever tried to smuggle a dog dressed as a secret agent dressed as women into a harem?"
"I really think we need to talk about this. If anyone's the sidekick, it's you."
I poked at my Kindle. "Yes, and if its and buts were candy and nuts, we'd all have a merry Christmas. I don't know why your even bothering to debate the issue. Shouldn't you be keeping a lookout for ice burgs or something? I saw the co-pilot do that on a movie one time."
"Wait..Candied butts? Don't try and change the subject. I can't believe you've gone this entire time thinking you were the Captain."
My finger found the tip of his nose. "If you wanted to be in charge, you should've raised your hand when we were trying to decide which one of us had to get pregnant."
"Uh huh. I'm bigger and stronger."
"I'm fatter. Listen, I tried to let you be in charge when we were off fighting the Nazis last weekend, but you dropped what we were looking for at a critical moment."
"That was Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade."
Then, with a sense of finality, Husband smiled and inclined his head. "Ok. Whatever you say. You're in charge." So it ends, until the next duel...because he didn't really mean it. And we all know it isn't over until he really means it...
So what are you, the Captain or the Co-pilot?
Until Next Time, Readers!