My son came home from school with a potted plant in his hand. "Here, Mama. You need to keep this alive."
I looked at the boy and wrinkled my brows. "What do you mean I have to keep this alive?"
"It's a cabbage plant, and there's a contest at school to see who can keep their plant alive the longest and grow the biggest cabbage."
"Bubba," I said. "I believe the challenge is for you to keep it alive. Not me."
He made a frown face. "But Mama, I'm not as experienced as you. You're the Mama, and you take care of everything. It's your job to keep things alive!"
(Uh. Right. Excuse me while I go consult my Mama Manual to see if it is my responsibility to keep school cabbages alive!)