Once, when I was a teenager, I was at my Grandma's house, and I noticed that one of her calendars hadn't been changed to the new month. She had a LOT of calendars--one in each bathroom, one in the kitchen, two in her bedroom, and even one in a hallway. It didn't surprise me that she'd overlooked one. But I also had the thought that perhaps she didn't turn that calendar because she liked the display photo for that specific month. I went ahead and turned the calendar, and told her I'd done so. She said, "Well, that makes you the boss of that room." After that, I always made a point to check her calendars. And occasionally I'd find one that hadn't been turned. "I'm the boss of your kitchen, Grandma!"
Today, I'm the boss of my kitchen. And I'm missing our fun little exchanges.
