"I'm Gonna be a Dictator!"

Saturday mornings, Matt and I, along with our girls, have breakfast with a group of friends at a local restaurant. It is a time of fellowship and friendship, but the odd part is that the men meet at one table and the women at another. We meet at 7:30 and since my girls are usually up in the 6:00 hour, that is typically not an issue. However, Hannah, for whatever reason, woke up several times in the night last night and therefore, wasn't very rested this morning. So when it came time to prepare for the day, she was very resistant about going. She was crying and vocalizing her opinion. Matt, being the loving and considerate dad that he is and being tired himself and not sure he wanted to go, said that maybe he would stay at home with the girls and I could go and fellowship with the ladies. I however, said that we shouldnt let the girls dictate what they do and that they would be fine coming with us. Hannah's responce, in tears and a loud voice was as follows, "I'm gonna be a dictator!" We smiled and made sure she went to breakfast this morning with us. : ) : ) : )