The other day, 14-month-old Quentin had something to say.
He was knee-deep in his always-very-busy day, pushing his favorite “stuffies” around in their miniature pink stroller, tending to the farm animals and other little friends in his toy barn—and keeping a close eye (per usual) on all the goings on around the house.sometimes-safe corrner for our two older cats). It also has a locking door, requisite these day with this new highly energetic housemate.
So, I didn’t actually hear what Quentin had to say firsthand, but the secondhand report absolutely floored me.
Here’s the backstory. For months now, I’ve been saying “You’re not the boss” to this very headstrong toddler (who was formerly an equally headstrong infant)—followed by “I’m the boss, mommy is the boss, daddy is the boss. You are not the boss.” I didn’t know if it was resonating at all, since he’d usually keep advocating—loudly—for whatever he wanted at the moment or seem to simply ignore me completely.
The other day, though? He declared to his mother that “I’m the boss”!
I guess I should be happy that some of what I’m saying is sinking in. (At least that’s what I’m telling myself right now.)
