I have a set of matching little girls and today was Oma Day at their house. Big sister Chloe is six, middle sister Jess is five, and baby sister Ashley is three (almost.) They were concerned about where I got my authority.
Oma: Shall we have a granola bar?
Jess: Did you ask my mom? She says we can only have two.
Oma: We'll only have two then.
Jess: I had two already. You better call and ask my mom.
Oma: I brought polish to paint your toenails!
Jess: Is is quick-dry polish? We can only use quick-dry polish. Should we call my mom?
Oma: I poured some apple juice in your teddy bear cups.
Jess: Those are our water cups. You can't put juice in them unless my mom says. Did you ask my mom?
Chloe: Jess, I can't believe you! She doesn't have to ask. She's our mom's Mom!
Does this make me the Mother Superior?
One of my superior daughters addressed a common mistake about Mormons on her blog today. (I wish they'd show it on CNN!)