Thursday, October 22, 2009

The Boss

My son's friend was over and he, Holy Terror, and Super Wy were busy playing on their bikes. As I sat at the patio table editing my manuscript I listened as they designated areas for their homes, stores, and work.

They eventually got busy playing. That is after several minutes of toddler bickering, which involved plenty of non-understandable muttering, yelling...and lot's of arguing the same points of view.

To Holy Terror, I heard Neighbor Boy say, "You be the boss."

"What does the boss do?" Holy Terror asked.

"They tell everyone what to do and then say they're doing it wrong," Replied Neighbor Boy.

...Well, now that, that point is clarified...

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