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It rolls downhill

So Ian got an upgrade, he became my "traffic watcher" on the boat. Going through the channel in the river, we are usually flanked by a dozen or so powerboats who typically don't know what the blazes they are doing. So I put Ian in charge of keeping watch for other boats.

He loved his new job. So much so that he felt he had risen past other mates onboard. I mentioned to Mel on this same trip that Reagan outranked her now as a sea-faring individual as Reagan has more hours sailing (thanks to sailing camps)and is now first mate.

Ian wasted no time in jumping on this opportunity to raise his station. As were were tidying up the boat after a great Saturday evening sail, Ian mentioned to Mel that she had been promoted. Ian said, "Mom, looking for something to do? You can put winch covers on for me." (formally Ian's job). Mel busted up laughing. Clearly the boy felt he was 2nd mate and Mel had been demoted to 3rd mate and could be ordered about by the 2nd mate.

Funny how kids figure this out.

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Anonymous said…
It won't be long before Ian learns about mutiny ...

Noj nOj noJ

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