Out of the mouths of babes....
Every Sunday morning my family has a routine. I shower & get dressed while my husband watches the kids. Then he showers while I get my daughter dressed and I watch our youngest too. I teach Sunday School (Yeah, can you imagine, me and Sunday School, with all you know about me?) so I have to leave an hour before he does in the mornings and if he doesn't shower before I leave it's nearly impossible to do it and watch the 22 month old.
So yesterday I was finished getting dressed and was getting my daughter dressed. No Dad. He's playing on the computer (go figure, there are two of us addicted to it in this house.) So I scream downstairs to him to get upstairs and shower. (meaning to hurry so I won't be gone, not to sound like his mother, which I couldn't do if I tried, but that's a whole other post.) I turn around and my daughter has this confused look on her face. Her words: "Mommy, are you the boss of Daddy?" Before I could answer due to laughing convulsions, my husband says in a very defeated voice, "Yes honey, yes she is."
20 hours ago