My son was doing his homework yesterday afternoon when, as usual, his mind drifted and he started goofing off. Focus is not his strong suit.
I looked up from my work and said, “If you want to be on time to your Cub Scout meeting, you had better concentrate and get your work done.”
He stared at me, then said, “Mom, why are you the B-word?”
Even for my kid, this was shocking. “The B-word? Why don’t you tell me what that B stands for?”
And, without hesitation he said, “You know…bossy.”