A friend was telling me about her adorable 6 year old nephew. He put hair spray on the mirror at home and his mother was pardonably annoyed. “What did you do that for?” she asked. No answer. “You know who’s going to have to clean that up? Muggins here,” she said grumpily. Her little boy looked puzzled and then said, “I thought Muggins was Dad?”
Ha! I had to look up the meaning of “Muggins” but it’s a concept known to all parents (and others). My daughter starts her third year of university in September and will be moving into an off-campus apartment. I suspect that her roommates will be Muggins. Somehow, her father and I are suckered into the role when she is home.
Alas!