Bossy

Elizabeth Anne has discovered something new. The louder she yells, the quicker we move. That's right, she's figured out how to be bossy.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, her in her highchair.

MAAA!

"Are you yelling at me?"

MMMAAAAAAAAAAAA!

"You are aren't you" (We are laughing at this moment)

Red faced and fists clenched, MMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

"Ok, ok" (We picked her up, doubling over in laughter)

Ahhhh. (She smiles)

I think this may be a sign of things to come.