He woke up one day, shortly after 2 Khordad, and wrote a constitution. He gathered us around. Us being my mom, me, my kid brother and kid sister. We were to practice democracy from this day on.
The next day he made a box with cardboards and blank sheets. Cut a hole on the top and called it the Voting Box. Every decision in the house was to be decided democratically. Blank sheets were folded, scissored and handed out.
Much to his surprise, the next 4 months turned out to be nothing but takeouts and spagetti, loud music and indoor smoking.
He endured most of it, he did, much to our surprise. But when it came to deciding whether we can bring our boyfriends and girlfriends home, he finally snapped and burned the constitution and the Box in a flaming fury. We're now practicing communism.