Yesterday Evyn was talking to me while I cleaned. She was bent over and Troy came up and rested his head on her back. This is how our conversation went:
E: What is Troy doing to me?
Me: He is dominating you. He is trying to tell you he is boss.
E: He is the boss of me?
Me: No, he is trying to tell you he is.
E: Is he like my dad, the boss?
I probably do not need to mention how hard I laughed. I can hear her now telling her new teacher that she has two moms and one dad, but he is a Great Dane.
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