We head out the door this morning and I get this:
Jr: “Mommy, you have the Elsa braid again. You can’t wear the Elsa braid.
Elsa is a queen. You are just a mommy.”
Hold. Up. Son.
JUST a Mommy?
As far as you are concerned I am the Mack Daddy m.f.ing center of the GD universe. I am the alpha and omega, the sun rise and sun set.
Because I am, you are.
Elsa should call it the Keri Braid as far as you are concerned.
Not “Just a mommy.”
THE Mommy.
It’s fine though, kiddo. .. keep it up with the ‘tude.
:::tossing Elsa braid:::
The cold never bothered me anyway.
Reluctantly Suburban 
Rude! He’ll learn.
You know, I brought you in this world, and I can take you out. And it don’t make no difference to me, I’ll make another one that looks just like you.