Who is the boss? Because it’s not me. And I’m scared that I never will be the boss. I’m scared I’ll have to forever placate the Spawn just to keep the peace and quiet. My associate assures me that I’ll be the boss when she’s a toddler but I’m not so sure. Sometimes I think that I can’t wait to be able to discipline and reason with her but then I think about what toddlers are like and then I think about what ‘tweens’ are like then I think about what teenagers are like and then I think about what young adults are like and I’m pretty sure that I’ll never, ever be the boss. What have I gotten myself into?