If there is any doubt as to who is the boss, let this picture clear it up:
My child will NOT let me work.
She wants to be in my lap, playing with my hair, or snuggling on my shoulder.
I've got a good ten minutes at most, before she's standing at my chair tugging on my arm.
Tonight I had to finish some things up, and Emily just wanted to play with me.
I pushed the chair away from the desk, plopped her in it, and then spent 15 minutes kneeling at my desk.
She was happy, and I got my work done.
And now tonight my knees are killing me.
I'm really really really too old to kneel.
I have one gift left to get and I am done Christmas shopping for Jason and Emily.
Yes, I'm kind of a super star.
Oh, and my house is clean.