The Boss

A little bit ago I was telling Isaac to put his toys away.  This was taking a fair bit of reminding, as he kept getting distracted by various toys.  Apparently he did not love all the reminding, and suddenly declared, 

"Stop being a boss.  I the boss."  

And a moment later, knowing bedtime was not far away, added, 

"I not go nah-night."

I had to catch myself from laughing out loud so that I could remind him, 

straight-faced, 

that I am, in fact the boss.  

3 is going to be a riot.

(And yes, all the toys are put away.  And yes, he is getting ready for bed right now.  

See, Isaac?  I AM still the boss.)