Mean Mommy

Bubba and I were reading--finally--after 20 minutes of him trying to get out of it. Since we were venturing into rough waters reading a book with more text on the page, we were taking turns reading pages. I was also paraphrasing and asking what I thought were straightforward questions every now and again to assist in comprehension.

After reading a page about Bossy the cow who had greedily eaten a garden full of daffodils, I asked Bubba a question:

Me, asking with gusto: Who is Bossy?

Bubba, responding quickly yet with the attitude of a disgruntled little boy: Mommy

And there you have it.