Tuesday, March 27, 2007

You're Not the Boss of Me

We're sick. We're all sick. Well, Julia and Genevieve and I are sick. Poor Genevieve's got it the worst; she's so sick that yesterday she napped from 11:30 a.m. to 3:00 p.m. Which wasn't as great as it sounds because Julia didn't nap at all. Not that I'm complaining about the sick baby sleeping for 3-1/2 hours. Little trooper, she's still sleeping 12-13 hours a night, no wake-up crying spells, even with this terrible cold, her nose alternately running and stuffed up, her apple cheeks chapped and red, her chesty cough all congested. She's got this horrible tragic sick cry-cry sound she does now, nothing like her normal cries.

But that wasn't what I was going to write about today. I was going to write this:

Julia has this crazy Berenstain Bears book called "The Ghost of the Forest," (I know: scary, right?) that has the phrase "boss of them all" in it. Something about there being spooks in the woods but the boss of all the spooks is "the Ghost of the Forest." (I know! Totally scary!) Out of the blue this morning while Julia was playing, she said, "Boss of them all! I'm boss of them all, Mama!" I said, "Really, honey? You're boss of them all, huh?" and she said, "Yes! I'm boss of them all, because I'm BOSSY!"

You could tell that in her mind the word bossy had no negative connotations whatsoever.

Earlier today we'd been having a little conversation about what it means to be bossy, and why perhaps she might want to think about being a little LESS bossy. (While the two of us colored together this morning: "Mama, color your picture red! Mama, color Bert's stripey shirt! Mama, color his mittens black. Black! Black, Mama! Here's the purple. Color his boots purple. Color his boots purple. Color his boots purple. MAAAAAMAAAAA!!!!") Ahem. Let's just say I don't think Julia quite got the point of our little talk.

3 comments:

Christopher said...

That's because even toddlers know when the pot's calling the kettle black!

Heidi said...

Funny: the "bossy bug" seems to have infested *our* house too these last few weeks! That coloring episode sounded *very* familiar!

"S'an' up! [Stand up] S'an' up, Mama! Kick-kin! [Kitchen] Kick-kin! G'asses on! [Glasses on---as in 'Put your glasses on'] No! G'asses ON, Mama! Sit! Sit, Mom! [And as I dutifully sit in the chair....) No! COUCH, Mom! Read! Read!" etc., etc., etc.

Of course at every juncture we correct him to add in a "please," which he then will dutifully do... before moving on to the *next* bossy statement. And if, God forbid, you should opt *not* to follow his demands, he'll stomp and flail his arms and throw toys and screech!

Let's just say time-outs have been pretty common around our house lately.

Donna said...

So sorry to hear Genna is sick! Glad she's still sleeping through the night, though!

Bossy toddler. Yup. Sounds about right. It is tiring though. I had to laugh at Heidi's comment: "God forbid, you should opt *not* to follow his demands..."

Yeah, not much to say except I understand!!