If I could only read your mind, tell me the answer I would find: Do you dream of me?

I'm the only girl in our house. Michael and Steve could out-vote me any time. Luckily, I have a secret weapon: Jealousy.

The two boys are constantly battling for my affection. They figure out what annoys me, and then tell on each other: "Daddy bought new clothes that he didn't need!" "I did not! Michael didn't flush the toilet!" "Yes I did! Daddy didn't take out the trash!"

I do my best to keep them in line, but it is a tough job. Tonight I told them that I wanted them to clean the house. The boy who did the best job would be allowed to go to bed with me.

Michael immediately set to sweeping the floor, putting his dinkies away and fluffing pillows. Steve cleared away some dishes and then apparently decided that he had expended enough energy for the evening. Let's just say that we have a clear winner.

With that, it's Michael's bedtime. Good night.