Rowan's rules

"Okay, so," Brooke said. "Rule one, you must always refer to me as Mom, and Jack as Dad."

"Okay, Mom." Rowan said simply.

"Rule two, no phones at the dinner table or when we are out as a family."

Rowan rolled her eyes but didn't say anything.

"Rule three," Brooke said. "No smoking, or beer."

"Fiiiinnne," Rowan sighed.

"Rule four, no sneaking out at night."

"Okay, Mom, God," Rowan spat.

Brooke narrowed her eyes.