Kyky and I were having a conversation about who has authority over her... you know, me, teachers, aunts, uncles and my fiancee...
She didn't like the idea that so many people were the boss of her...
"Daddy, even my friends are the boss of me!"
Hold on there...
What?
What, what????
"Who says... that they are the boss of you?"
She names a kid who I know to be one of "those" kids... we'll just call him by his first initial... you know, protect the identity and all that crap...
Well, "A" (for Aiden...oooops!) tells her he's the boss of her and other kids...
So I said...
"You tell him he's the boss of two things, Jack and Shit and Jack left town!"
Ok... I didn't say that exactly... but did I want to... oh sweet Mary mother of Jesus did I want to...
I said...
"You tell him not only is he not the boss of you or anyone else... he ain't even the boss of himself..."
Kyky liked this idea and kept repeating and embellishing...
"yeah you're not the boss of me or yourself, your mommy and daddy are the boss of you!"
...and on and on
"Yeah...you're not even the boss of your poopoo!"
That's my girl...
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