Who's the boss

Walking to pre-school today Enzo was full of indignation. In the beginning he grumbled about how tired it made him to walk. Then we picked up his friend and he changed it up. While his friend ran ahead in normal four year old fashion Enzo trudged beside me grumbling. His soliloquy went something like this;

"He thinks he's the boss but he's not the boss. YOUR MOTHER'S THE BOSS! He's not the boss, mothers are the boss...and dads. Right mom? YOU ARE NOT THE BOSS OF ME! kids have to stay on the side walk STAY ON THE SIDEWALK! because kid's are not the boss. YOU'RE NOT THE BOSS!"