Last night the three of us were sitting at the dinner table together. This is actually a rare event since Lydia insists on eating right when we walk in the door after work and school, but this time she was content to sit with Steven and me while we ate our food.
Lydia amused herself by swirling around a water droplet on the table with the spout of her sippy cup while Steven and I talked about the day.
“Lydia’s the oldest one in her room now,” I told Steven, “They tell me that she is running the class and is telling all the other kids what to do.” He laughed.
I looked over at Lydia. “Lydia, are you the boss in your class?”
She didn’t look up from her water droplet, but replied, “Uh huh.”
“Are you going to be the boss of Samuel when he gets here?”
“Uh huh,” she said, still smearing the water.
“Are you the boss of Mommy and Daddy?”
“Uh huh,” she chirped, still messing with her water.
“Do we let you do too much?”
She finally looked up for a moment and replied, “Nnnnnooooooooooo.”
Later she ate a bunch of steamed broccoli without any seasoning whatsoever on it. This one never ceases to amaze.