It has recently been brought to my attention that I am not the boss of the resident four year old and that I do not make the rules in this house. Imagine my surprise. My understanding is that, in fact, I AM the boss and I DO make the rules. I'm shocked to realize I've been laboring under such a major misconception for so long.
She's only four. FOUR. What am I going to do when she's fourteen and bigger than me?
I was a complete nightmare to my wonderful mother when I was a teenager. A nightmare. Just inexcusably rude all. the. time. (Seriously. Ask anyone.) Karma, dudes. I'm about to be flattened by that heavy wheel.
Oh, and for the record, Tom loves this. Couldn't be prouder. He's calling her Tommy Junior.
Someone send help.