Today while on the way home from preschool, I told Steven we were heading to the meat-packing store. He protested and told me there was no way we were going. He needed reminding of who is actually in charge.
Me: I think you're forgetting something. Who's in charge here?
Steven (pouting in a "Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?" way): You are.
Me: And who listens to whoever is in charge?
Steven: Me. And Girlie Girl (babysitting kid). And the other kids you babysit. And Matthew.
Me: That's right. And you don't get to tell Mommy what....
Steven: And Daddy... but he can babysit himself.
The kid cracks me up.