Jon sat at the table. "I don't like beans," he said.
"Well, they are good for you," Zoe said. "If you don't eat them, you can't have dessert."
"You aren't Mommy," he said. "You can't tell me what to do."
Zoe looked at him in a stern maternal fashion. "Our mother is in no condition to be in charge right now. I am."
"Nuh-uh!! I'm the biggest, I should be in charge."
"Jon Madison, you will do as you are told or you will go to your room," she said, sternly.
Jon backed down.
Mikey looked at Sally, and shook his head.
