I think it's fair to say that I understand Avery's predicament. Since Reese was born we've had the "who is the boss?" conversation at least 2,000 times. This morning was 2,001.
She said "Mom, why do you always get to be the boss of everything and just do whatever you want? Like you get two waffles and me and Reese just got one?"
(Thought: Because I'm a fatty) Actual words: Because I'm a grown up. Do you want another waffle?
Avery: No, I'm full. But when I'm big, I'm going to do whatever I want.
Me: Ok, that sounds good.
Avery: Like when I'm sixty-ninety-four?
Me: Sure, or maybe when you are twenty-one.
Avery: Ok. Can I be the boss of Reese when I'm twenty-one?
Well, here's the problem with that. She'll be nineteen and probably won't let you be the boss of her.
Avery: Well, I think I'll still boss her.
Me: Ok, you can try it when you are twenty-one and see what happens.
Avery: Ok, I'll try. I'm going to go practice, ok?
I bet you can imagine how that turned out....here's proof of how unappreciative younger siblings actually are. It's as if Reese has no concept of Avery's dilemma at having to help raise her into a decent human being. God bless the oldest child.