Staff Brat

Rylan's Grandad is the pastor at our church. So over the years he has clocked some serious time at church, most of which were non-church days and no one was there, so he really had run of the building. His Grandma lets him ride bikes and scooters in the building and so on. So Rylan is feeling very comfortable about his position at church. In other words, he's becoming a staff brat. Here's the evidence: At a gathering the other night, Rylan's Me-ma was watching him in the back. He was trying desperately to sit on top of a table that kept tilting and threatening to fall. She told him to get down and not to do that. He looked at her and said, "You don't go to church here," with a scowl. He was clearly marking his territory and letting his Me-ma know who's in charge. Me-ma stood her ground and handled the situation, but she had to turn away and laugh when it was all done. I think it's because her dear little children were once called staff brats as well. (Although I don't know why!)