Who’s the Boss?

She chose a pale pink shade with glitter and then got little flowers painted on her thumbs.

Today was The Princess and my last “alone” day before she goes off to pre-school in a few weeks. The boys were at camp, so we went out and did some fun things like get mani-pedis and go shopping. I needed some “professional” kind of clothes for the Fall in case I do any substitute teaching. Not that I plan to do a lot of it, but I realized  the other day that my entire wardrobe is suitable only for the playground. I had some success, in fact, so much success, that I will have to work about two weeks just to cover the clothing investment. But she was kind of fun, telling me to be sure to “check your butt in the mirror” as she saw me do with the bathing suits a few months back.

We also did some shopping for her, so now she’s all set for the Fall as well. Then, this afternoon, we walked to the bus stop to meet the boys. While we were walking across the street, she told me that she didn’t have to hold my hand because there were no cars coming.

“That doesn’t matter,” I told her. “You always have to hold my hand in the street.” She begged to differ, so I asked, “Wait a second, who’s the boss here?” To which she replied, “I am!”

“No you’re not,” I said. “I’m the boss.”

But she only laughed. “No,” she said. “Clooney’s really the boss. You’re the funniest one.”

Can’t say that this was a surprise in terms of how she views my “authority.”