dictatorship

We live under the rule of one person in this house. It's not dad (trust me, he's a push over). it's definitely not mom (she gets no respect...sniff). It's not big brother. it's not big sister. We live in oppression. In absolutism. Our resident tyrant? Caleb. He dictates when we go out, where we go and how long we go for. He dictates the mood of our house, the cleanliness of said dwelling, and our general sanity. But most of all, he dictates how we spend our time.

For example, this evening's after showers past time?




Sitting on pillows criss-cross style, watching him poop in the toilet.

He announced to us after he showered that he was going to use the potty. Jonas set him on it and began to leave the room. He protested violently. He demanded Jonas to fetch a pillow and to "sit his bum down". Jonas obliged. Soon it wasn't enough to have a one man audience. He hurriedly beckoned to Hailey to come hither and do the same. She obeyed her ruler's command. I was then summoned to join the throngs of adoring pupils. I cheered along with the crowd as we were commanded to. The Tyrant was given much praise and 2 starbursts for a successful mission on the toilet. We were then allowed to disperse.

Until next time...