Quinn and I have a little running joke going. Sometimes, when he asks why I'm doing this or that, I respond with this: Because moms can do whatever they want. (That's not the joke part!)Quinn grins and says, "Wellllll.....you're not the boss of the house; daddy is!" Of course, my super clever comeback is, "Oh yeah?"
And so it goes.
But tonight, it got a new twist. And a very nice one, I think.
After telling me that I'm not the boss of the house, he tacked on this: "But you are the boss of the love."
Oh. Well. How sweet is that?!
I guess I am in charge after all.
Of course, he may just be angling for more double-stuf oreos! He knows it only takes a little bit of sweet-talking, since in reality, I want them as much as he does. But either way, I'll take it.
Watch out Springsteen, there's a new boss in town!
1 comment:
Hahaha! That's the greatest. :)
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