Recently, I decided to finally loosen the purse strings and buy my son his first “big boy bed.”  Not only were his feet beginning to get stuck in the footboard slats, but I also believe he was the only four year old still sleeping in a crib.  Quickly, my son noticed that his twin size bed was nearly as big as his sister’s queen and much smaller than the monster King in my room.

Will had been watching TV in my bedroom when the realization of the bed-size injustice had obviously occurred to him.  “Mom, how come you get the biggest bed in the house?” he demanded as he stomped into the kitchen with his hands thrust angrily in the hair.

I was a bit puzzled.  “Well, I guess that’s because I’m the biggest person in the house.”

He cut his eyes at me and pointed his finger at my nose.  “But I am the man of the house and someday I will be bigger than you.”

It’s true; in the future he will tower over me with a six foot frame and most likely outweigh me by a hundred pounds.  That day is approaching rapidly and against my will.  However today, in one fell swoop he was dangling by his ankle at eye level with the Wo-Man of the house who proceeded to tickle him into submission. “Maybe someday, but not today Little Man!” I shamelessly taunted.

There’s always going to be a pecking order around this house and little does he know that Mama, no matter what his size, is ALWAYS going to be at the top of the food chain.