Ben didn’t want to take a bath. Negotiations were going badly. Finally, I resorted to the timeworn, last resort of the weary parent:

“Ben, we’re the parents. We’re in charge.”

But he has an answer for everything, our newly government-conscious boy:

“Actually, I’m the mayor of this house. I’m in charge.”

Ah, he may be the mayor, but he still wound up in the bath.