How did I ever get the dishes done before Bean graced me with her superior managerial skills?
“This one next, Mama. You have to wash the inside too. There is still some food right there. Scrub it please. Rinse it. You have to put it in the rack. Right there. It goes on top. Now wash this spoon please…”
As one person from our new church community group (that has only met Bean briefly three times) put it last night, “She’s the boss.”
Stephen sometimes jokes that we may have the next Hilary Clinton on our hands.