I’ll file this one under, “kids say the darnest things”…..
Today, as I was cleaning up the kitchen after lunch I asked Will to pick up his toys from the living room.
Of course, in response to my request he asked me, “why?”
This is a pretty standard response for him lately, and it is starting to drive me crazy.
I glared at him and I responded in the best way I could think of at the time. I said, “because I’m the boss, that’s why.”
Great comeback, right?
Then after contemplating that for a few seconds, my little angel looked at me and said, as serious as can be, “You’re not my boss, you are Daddy’s boss.”
Trying not to laugh, I resonded to that comment with a, “In some ways you are very correct, but what you need to know is that I’m YOUR boss, too!” Now go pick up your toys!”
And as quick as I could, I leaped for the pantry to take cover so he couldn’t see me laughing at the fact that he says I’m, “Daddy’s boss.”
I’m sure Wes will think this story is just hysterical!
For now, I’m just going to bask in all my bossy glory.
I’m going to pour a glass of wine, and give myself a little toast.
The Boss of everyone,