She’s my new assistant. She calls me boss, and I pay her in Smartpuffs and minutes on the iPad. Earlier this week we cleared my desk off to make a tidy space for her to keep her crayons and special drawings. Today she drew a picture of me with a mustache, and then she knocked her crayons on the floor with one hefty swipe of her arm and declared “I want to be the boss now! Let me do the computer!”
I’m pretty sure I’m going to fire her tomorrow.
And yet again, priceless.