And so it begins…
Morgan (hands on her hips): Mommy, I am going to count to 3 and if you don’t blah, blah, blah, you are going to your room!
(brief pause as she stares me down)
Morgan: 1…2….3. Okay. Come with me!
Me (trying to stifle the laughter): Morgan, you are not the boss of me. You cannot send me to my room.
On the positive side, if this is how she sees me, it’s not so terrible. I wouldn’t have been embarrassed to have that all go down in public (obviously, since I’m talking about it here).