I arrived home late, only to find my 4-year-old still awake, chatting me up as I made my way into my closet to get ready for bed. The conversation was an interesting one:
Hayden: Saw you on tv, Mom.
Me: You did! So, what’d you think?
Hayden: I liked it. And Mom? Does Kevin have a mustache now? I didn’t think he had a mustache.
Me: Sort of. It’s called a goatee. It’s a mustache plus hair on his chin. Pretty cool, huh?
Hayden: Yeah. And Jim? He has a beard.
Me: Yep, Jim has a beard.
Hayden: Well, I don’t want a beard when I’m older.
Me: Then you have to shave like Daddy.
Hayden: And Mom, how old is Kevin?
Me: He’s 46.
Hayden: 46? What about Jim, how old is he?
Me: Ummm, 52.
Hayden: Oh. So is 52 older than 46?
Me: Yes, 52 is older than 46. So, Jim is the oldest on the show.
Hayden: Oh, so that means Jim’s in charge?
Me: In charge of what?
Hayden: In charge of your work stuff. You know, the boss.
Me: No, no, Jim’s not in charge.
Hayden: Well, then who is? Are you in charge, Mom?
Me: Yep. You’re right, Hayden. I’m in charge. (Laughing at my own joke.)
Hayden: (Running out of the closet) Yayyyyyy, Mommy’s the boss!
It’s the small things in life.