At our house, if my toddler uses the toilet, my preschooler gets a jellybean, too; we want him to encourage his brother. On one such occasion, I told the eldest that he could get one jellybean for himself and one for his dad, too—an avid fan of jellybeans who is supposedly on a kick to curb his sugar intake.

Dad, however, wasn’t satisfied with one. “Would you go grab me another jellybean?”

“Mom said one jellybean.”

My husband feigned indignance. “Excuse me?! Who’s in charge of this house?”

Without a hitch, my son reported, “You’re in charge of this house. But Mom’s in charge of the jellybeans.”