The following conversation took place in our house just two hours ago. I was baby-sitting a little boy that I watch every Monday. This little guy is the same age as Molly (age 3) and Emily is surprisingly still age 4:
Me: Emily, I am going to go upstairs and fold this load of laundry, when I get done we'll go outside and play.
Emily: Okay Mom! Do you want me to keep an eye on the kids while you're doing that?
Me (laughing inside): Sure. (I go upstairs with my laundry basket and listen intently)
Emily: Guys? I'm in charge now.
Emily: Guys? You have to listen to me.
Emily: Stop running in the house.
Emily: Stop yelling.
Emily: Don't jump on the furniture. You'll get hurt.
Emily: Oh no! Don't go outside. Not yet.
Emily: Guys? You have to listen.
Emily: No cookies. You just ate lunch.
Emily: I said, NO COOKIES.
Emily: I am in charge. You HAVE to listen to me.
Emily: MOM! MOM! I just can't do this anymore. Are you done yet?
Me (coming down the stairs): I'm here.
Emily: Watching these kids is sure hard work. I need to sit down and take a break.
