Testing. Testing.

Well, Mommy is persona non grata. David came home late Friday night and since he greeted Frassy Saturday morning, she has been an absolute tyrant. Mommy ran a pretty tight ship while Daddy was gone-rules followed, punishments doled out appropriately, bed time observed. However, since David has been home, she has sensed a disturbance in the force. She is testing every boundary and carefully calculating each weakness, looking for a chink in the armor of my iron-clad parenting. I am not slayed by her cuteness. Her baby blues and sweet looks effect me not.

David, on the other hand, is completely Frassy-whipped. I came home from dinner with friends tonight expecting to find my freshly-washed, tooth-brushed, Bible-read child neatly tucked away into her crib. Instead, this is what I find...a greasy-haired, pearl-clad child loving on her weak-willed father WELL PAST BEDTIME!! Alas, my ship is sunk....