Claire and I seemed to have a lot of discussion today about who's the boss.
This morning she wanted to play in her little pool and I wouldn't let her because it was cold out. She kept saying, "Mommy, I'm the boss, I'm the boss, I'M THE BOSS!" I finally had to tell her that mommy is the boss and she needed to stop or be in trouble.
Tonight for dinner I told her to finish eating her food and she said, "Mommy, you're not always the boss." "Yes I am. I'm always the boss." Then Claire gets a look on her face like she has me right where she wants me and says, "Your not the boss of daddy!" I assured her that I was ;)
Then about 10 minutes later she says, "One night God told me that you're not the boss." I said, "Really, Claire? Is that true?" "No, it was a joke."
I think I'm in trouble.
