An Ode to Bossy Little Girls
As a toddler, I was the boss of you.
My mom has plenty of stories about me as a bossy little girl. One fateful tale depicts how I got someone to play with me. Picture me at three years old, long honey pigtails, precocious and smart, with a devilish glint in my eye. I was pretty cute but most kids are at that age - it's biological, a cherubic hack to make them keep you around. Anyway, I'm playing with the son of my mom's best friend - Brad. He's one day younger than me which means I am the boss of him.
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