Spoils of war


(scene opens in chaotic dining room)
Alpha: Mom! Delta ate all my candy!
Me: No, your candy is upstairs in your room. Delta already ate all his candy.
Alpha: No! I didn’t take it up to my room!
Me: I told you to take it to your room this morning. Your loss then.
Alpha: (takes candy from Delta, eats the rest of it)
Gamma: (enters room) My candy! It’s gone!
Me: Isn’t it up in your room?
Gamma: I just brought it downstairs!
Me: (mean mugs a sheepish Alpha) Alpha. Go to your room and get your candy.
Alpha: (leaves, returns) I gave Gamma the rest of my candy.
Me: Thank you. Could we stop with the “there is no way mom can be right about anything?” because I’m starting to lose track of how often you find yourself painfully corrected.

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