Lucienne yanked my four-year-old son from his chair, forced a heavy serving tray into his hands, and ordered, “Attend to your master first.”
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Chapter 26 - OSRIC’S SON
Osric became a father at thirty-five.
A boy named Theo.
At four, Theo loved carrying plates.
Of course.
One dinner he insisted on helping.
Osric froze.
I saw it.
“Dad, I do it!”
Theo carried plastic cups to the table.
One at a time.
Proud.
Osric watched.
His wife asked:
“You okay?”
He nodded.
Then said:
“The difference is he wants to.”
Yes.
Theo delivered my cup.
“Grandma Merryn!”
“Thank you.”
“Say sir.”
I laughed.
“No.”
“Why?”
“Because you’re not my boss.”
He grinned.
“I boss.”
Osric immediately said:
“Nope.”
Everyone laughed.
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Children test hierarchy naturally.
Adults decide whether to turn it into identity.
