Little M is very taken lately with being the boss, and figuring out who the boss is. She already is quite the bossy pants…
She is also a stickler for the rules…one of the rules in our house is that people are for loving, we don’t hurt people.
The other day the husband was playing around, and smacked me on the bottom. Oh yes, he did…and little M saw it, every bit of it.
And she promptly told him right off. “Daddy! Be gentle! No hitting. Ooo haffa say sorry!”
And he did, while looking appropriately contrite.
But she talked about it the rest of the day.
Yesterday little M informed us during dinner that the husband was the “big boss,” and I am just the “little boss.” Bummer.
She also informed me yesterday that it was her turn to be the boss. Hmmm.
Last week I was bothering the husband…poking him, or some such…I just really like to bother him. He said to stop, but I am not easily stopped when it comes to the bothering. He got exasperated, and said “what did Daddy say?” I laughed for an hour. I still laugh. That husband…he is a funny one!