Yesterday I learned the limits of my parental authority.

Lad: No, I’m the boss of playing, mommy. You have to do what I say.
Mom: You are? What am I the boss of?
Lad: You’re the boss of the house and I am the boss of playing.
Mom: What about Daddy?
Lad: Daddy is the boss of nothing. He’s the nothing boss.
[beat]
Okay, he can be the boss of the tree.

I think The Nothing Boss would be a great name for an Indie rock album. If only I had an ass-kickin’ rock band.