Boss Of Me

My Oldest, age 13: “I think… Yes… You need to move those boxes.”

Me: “I think… Yes… You are bossy.”

Oldest: “Yes. Have you met me? Now quiet down so you can hear my instructions better.”

Presented as evidence in case anyone thought Little Miss Thing had fallen too far from the tree.

I think we’re raising a couple of very confident young women, and this giant Viking dad couldn’t be prouder.

Limited Selection

Shopping in toy aisle at Target.

Me: “What are you thinking of giving your little sister for Xmas?”

My Oldest, age 13: “It’s hard. I like the idea of getting her one of these future career dress-up kits that are popular now, but there’s no kit for ‘World Domination’. I guess I’ll just go with veterinarian.”