Settled It Like A Boss

(Earlier in the day my sons had been arguing about which of them is the boss. It ended with Son #2 deciding his ten-week-old baby sister is the boss. At the dinner table. I decide to try and restart the argument for my husband’s benefit.)

Me: “So am I the boss now?”

Son #1: “I’m the boss!”

Me: “I’m the boss!”

Son #1: “I’m the boss!”

Me: “[Daughter] is the boss?”

Son #1: “I’m the boss!”

Husband: “I’m the boss and that’s that.”

Son #2: “I’m Batman.”

(He’ll go far, that boy.)