We were driving to see some friends in Maine today and Sam was telling (not asking) me to turn the music up, then down, then was upset because it was interrupted when my phone rang (through Bluetooth), and yelled at me about not restarting on the right song, and there was one more demand. I finally, very calmly, gave him a lecture about being bossy and that he was little and mom and dad were big and so we were the bosses. Mom and Dad made the decisions because we knew how to take care of him and Vivian, etc.
Just to check that he was listening and understood the concept, I asked a few minutes later, "so who is the boss that makes the decisions?"
He answered, "you and Daddy are the big bosses."
"That's right. We make the choices and you are the listener."
"And I'm the little boss."
What?
"No. No, you are not the little boss."
"But I want to be."
"No. You might want to be, but you are not the boss." Now I was in a power struggle with my three year old about bossiness.
It ended with him being the boss of his cars and trucks just to get him quiet. I need to work on that lecture.
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