Bossy Britches
Brandon generally is the boss around here. In fact, the other day he informed me that he wants to be a boss when he grows up. Not a farmer or a fireman. A boss. "I will tell Uncle Glen and Daddy what to do. I will say, 'Ok. You need to go up North for some hay."
Today the tables were turned. As Brandon came out of the bathroom to resume play with Corrine, she stopped him. "Wait. Wait. Did you wash your hands?" Brandon hesitated. She commanded, "Hold out your hands. Let me feel them. Nope they are not wet. Go back." Without a squeak of protest, he ran back to the bathroom. Before her once again, she demanded another "feel" test. "Nope. Nope. This one is wet, but this one is dry." With a sigh, he ran back to the bathroom again and washed both hands.
Today the tables were turned. As Brandon came out of the bathroom to resume play with Corrine, she stopped him. "Wait. Wait. Did you wash your hands?" Brandon hesitated. She commanded, "Hold out your hands. Let me feel them. Nope they are not wet. Go back." Without a squeak of protest, he ran back to the bathroom. Before her once again, she demanded another "feel" test. "Nope. Nope. This one is wet, but this one is dry." With a sigh, he ran back to the bathroom again and washed both hands.
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