Who's in Charge Here???

So last week I couldn't find my cell phone.

No worries, I usually can't find my cell phone.

I'm in the kitchen and the Dictator strolls up,

"Mama, I got your phone."
"Really...where was it??"
"In the pool."

To Verizon troops.

For obvious reasons, I am not a Smart Phone type of girl. $50.00 rebate later, free phone...bring on the pool.

While in the store, the delightfuls were bribed with promises of grilled cheese goodness if they could just not destroy the place...overall, they were successful...it's easy to stay out of trouble when you bring Baby Dictator along.

She is easily my wisest child...and I mean that in a very bad way.

It took nearly 10 seconds for her to figure out that my threats were weak and easily survivable and more importantly, that if the Verizon store is next door to the grilled cheese goodness restaurant...there really is no chance that we aren't going.

I didn't have a real problem with her shelf rearranging or her track expo, but when she wrapped herself in the floor mat and kept telling the rest of the crew, "SHHH I sleepin..." 

...even after Miss THIRD grade kindly reminded her, "People wipe their dirty shoes there...even dog poo."

I needed to take a stand.

"Dictator, sit in this chair until I'm finished buying my new phone."

"SHHH, I sleepin!"