Last night at dinner we were discussing dominant partners in the couples we know.
It’s pretty obvious (mostly) who calls the shots.
Now I think Groover and I have a pretty equal relationship but it turns out I’m wrong.
Yeah, we’re pretty equal… says Groover, as he forks in another mouthful of steak and salad.
(still on the low carb diet)
Cough splutter… from our daughter.
I’m sorry… says I.
You don’t think that’s right?
Er no, she says, Dad’s the one on the alpha couch.
It seems that pecking order in our house is down to the sofa you choose in the lounge room.