This morning Rusty was very adamant about playing with a toy that was on a shelf out of his reach. Kevin and I had both told him that we’d help when we finished getting ready for the day. He wasn’t satisfied with that,
“No, Poppy! You get it down now!”
To which Kevin replied, “Rusty, who’s the poppy?”
Rusty grudgingly said, “You.”
Since I didn’t like how bossy he was being, I asked, “Rusty, who’s the boss?”
Without any hesitation, Rusty said, “Momma is.”
There you go.