While we were away at our family reunion, The Mayor spent a lot of time playing with his cousin Sean.
Sean is two years older than The Mayor, however my son had no trouble bossing him around.
One day The Mayor and Sean were pretending the bed was a big boat.
"I'm the boss of this boat!" The Mayor proclaimed.
Apparently, Sean has bossy friends at home and is used to politely editing their directives during imaginative play.
"Well," Sean said, "how about if there are two bosses of this boat and I'm one of them and you are the other one?"
The Mayor considered this.
"Okay," he said, "but I am the boss of the bosses."
Similarly, it was raining on when I dropped The Mayor off for his third day of Pre-K.
He and The Rooster were wearing their firefighter rain coats.
"Are these your fellow firefighters?" his new pre-school teacher asked referring to Rooster and I.
"No!" The Mayor said. "Mommy and Rooster are the firefighters. I am the fire CHIEF."
"Well," said the pre-school teacher, "that's great and it completely fits your personality."I looked at her and smiled.
"You nailed his personality in only two days?"She shrugged.
It's that obvious.
I think I'll just pat myself on the pack for passing on the bossy gene so effectively!