You ARE the boss!
You tell us what to do, and how to do it... but you are such a commander in chief when you boss us around, so that somehow, you end up getting away with it. You were the most ornery of all of my babies, and things always had to be "just so" with you.
And God doesn't make mistakes, so I know you were made with a purpose, by design.
You melted my heart tonight when you spent your Awana money on your big brother Jason because you know how much he loves Spiderman, AND the Empire State building. When you picked out that new puzzle for him instead of picking something you wanted for yourself, you gave me hope that maybe, (if even for a second) that I might be doing something right....
Lord only knows you will rat out any poor soul that forgets to wash their hands in the bathroom, and judging from that red puffy rash on your hands, we might have an OCD hand washer on our radar. Just another "boss like" quality that I don't think I could live without.
You're only 4, but you're a smart little dude. I see so many people that I have loved before you, who are set deep inside your eyes. You're the perfect mix of fire and ice, and behind your no-nonsense personality, you blend both extremes into such a unique and infectious persona that no one knows quite like I do.
You're not the baby anymore, but you're my baby boy, and I'll never be able to fold up enough of your adorable moments to fit in one pocket.
You're the boss, and as long as I get to cash in on your cuteness, you've got the job!