I told Clara that we needed to find the remote control if she wanted to watch Arthur. “Can you help me find it? I asked.
“Sure,” she said. “You go look for it, and I’ll make sure you’re moving fast enough. Now go! Fast!”
She’s still in preschool, and she’s already adopting her father’s obsession with delegating responsibilities whenever possible.
It’s also possible that she’s more Machiavellian than I thought.