Not Quite a Charlie Sheen Moment

Despite the fun I had running the house on my own, it's pretty nice to have my co-pilot back again. We fell directly into a series of collaborative efforts. I roasted the chicken and the potatoes, and he made the gravy and the green beans. I did the dishes; he made the stock. I ran the bath before he read the story.  I made the breakfast, and he walked down to the bus stop. "Look at us, we're a team," he said at dinner tonight, for which he cooked the groceries I bought. Our eighth grader, keen on popular culture at the moment, quickly called the victory, "Winning!"