This morning, one of our students from China stayed behind from the SeaWorld excursion. I heard her rustling around in the kitchen and I came out to find her helping herself to cheesecake. For breakfast.
The first thought that should have run through my head was, "Oh no. I stayed in bed and let Himself serve breakfast and evidently it wasn't enough. Bad hostess."
That
should have been my first thought.
Instead, my first thought was a frequently used phrase around our home, coined from 2 year old Tyler:
DAT MINE!