Dad thought he’d be clever and teach Melody to say something funny as a joke on Mom while I was away at the Civil War event today. He taught her to say that he is “the boss.” Here’s how the conversation went in the car this evening:
Dad (teasing): Melody, you better listen to me, remember I’m the boss.
Melody (serious): You’re not the boss, I’m the boss!
After we stopped laughing thirty seconds later, she demanded that we put gas in the car. She is, after all, the boss!
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Did Melody have her hands on her hips when the demand to fill the tank was made?