Turf Wars

I don't know about you guys, but in my house we have prime real estate.  There are wars waged on who gets this real estate.  Who uses the bathroom first, bed space and of course who gets the good seat in the living room are all up for grabs.

The war has gotten dirty.

We were getting ready to watch a movie, and whoever gets the good seat in the living room is usually based on first come first serve.  I happened to come first, so I served myself to the good seat.

Jordan opens the freezer and in utter panic exclaims, "Bre!  Look what's in the freezer!"

I join him at the freezer, but everything looks to be the same and I ask, "What?"

"Popsicles!"

I stand there confused, wondering why he would ask me to investigate the popsicles in the freezer while he literally struts over into the living rooms and sits in the good seat as if it were his throne.

I see what he did there.  I can even admire his tenacity.  A little bait and switch action, classic.

As I stand there with my arms folded he looks around and asks, "Where are my glasses?"

I just smile and point across the room where they sit on the entertainment center, and very much out of his reach.