Sweet Justice

The other night, the Magster sacked out early, so La Nina, the Dad and I found ourselves with some alone time.  Kind of a rare event, but we played a game together and just hung out on the couch.  

La Nina and I were watching our favorite station, the Food Network, when the Dad grabbed the remote and started bouncing between "Mission Impossible", the angry man news channel and a football game.  Since this channel surfing has been going on in my life for years, I'm quite adept at ignoring it.  However, La Nina is a different story.  Imagine my delight when she spun to her father and said:  

"Would you please just leave it on one station?  That changing around is annoying."  

The Dad grimaced and ignored her much the same way he tunes me out for chastising him.  But I think he realized writing's on the wall, he's outnumbered.  Now he'll be hearing about his bad habits from a house full of women.