Mom and Dad were trying to get me to do something, being the little rebel I was, I kept refusing.

"You're going to do what we say and that's final," said Dad. "This isn't a democracy. It's a dictatorship."

Dad walked away and I turned to Mom. "Doesn't a dictatorship mean there's only one person in charge?"

"There is," said Mom. "One of us just let the other think he has an opinion," she said with a wink.