I think I figured out where some of our problems around here stem from. As we were getting ready to come in for the bedtime routine tonight, Don told the twins to pick up their sidewalk chalk, which was scattered all over the garage floor. Avery didn’t hear him, so I told her to please pick it up. She looked at me and said something along the lines of, “No, I will never pick up anything you ever tell me to pick up again.” After a time-out, I called her over and asked her who was in charge, who was the boss, who could give directions in our house. Her response? “Me?” as she pointed to herself, sort of incredulous that I didn’t know that already. Umm, that would be a big old no, sweetie, but now that we know for sure that’s what you thought, we’ll get that clarified for you.