Theo came out of the womb wanting to rule the world. So the following conversation shouldn't have surprised me in the least:
Me: Theo, you need to go put your shoes on now.
Theo (in that dramatic whine that four-year-olds are so good at): Why?
Me (exasperated after a day of arguing over every little thing): Because I'm the mommy, and I make the rules.
Theo: What number do I have to be (a.k.a. how old do I have to be) to make the rules?
Theo will not accept vague answers, such as, "When you're living on your own someday" or "When you're a parent," so I told him 30. That gives us 26 more years until he starts his attempt to take over the world. :-)
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