R: "I'm in charge."
n.n: (gives him a pointed, questioning look)
R: (a bit subdued, but with a tiny hint of smile) "No, Norie...you're in charge."
Both of us erupt in giggles and he tackles me with a huge hug. They may pretend to be the big kids on campus, but I think they know where their bread is buttered. OR more to the point, WHO butters their bread. ;-)
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