My mother was at our house the other day playing with my son, who was squashing every imaginative contribution Grandma made to the story they were acting out with the Twins’ new Bubble Guppies playset (which–by the way–she had just brought over for their birthday).
Quite frankly, he was being kind of a punk.
Which resulted in the following interaction:
My Mom: Who made you the boss?
My Son: I’m not. I’m just acting like Mommy.
My son may be bossy, but he knows where he stands.
His observation is further evidenced by the following actual mug belonging to my wife:
Me: Hey sweetie, if The Baby in Mommy’s Tummy is a girl, what do you think we should name her?
Daughter: Bubble Guppy.
Me: Like, one of the characters’ names on Bubble Guppies? Like Oona, or Deema?
Daughter: No. Just Bubble Guppy.
Me: Okay, what if it’s a boy?
Daughter: Bubble Guppy Boy.
Me: Well, that settles that.