You will please note that I did not mention authority figure on that list.
Saturday was Thomas' first night babysitting for us, a job normally reserved for his sister, Katie, who is almost halfway through her junior year of college at a school located approximately 500 miles from us which has left us, as of late, sitterless.
Michael and I decided to try a neighborhood restaurant. I told David that we were going to dinner and would be back in time for bath and bedtime and that he was to stay with Thomas and Andrew.
"And ANNIE?" he inquired, wondering if my sister would be coming over, as well. Thomas noted the somewhat anxious look on David's face.
I am happy to report that Michael and I had a wonderful, leisurely dinner and all survived the less than 90 minutes that we were gone. Thomas has agreed to babysit again. Andrew is pleased he made a few dollars for "helping" although the word on the street is that he mainly "helped" to wind David up.
And David, poor confused David learned a important lesson. Sometimes Thomas is in charge and if he tells you that he will take away the SpongeBob ball if you throw it one more time AND you proceed to throw it one more time, you just may find yourself without the SpongeBob ball.
A valuable lesson, indeed.