"Look, I'm Mr. Tim!"

Almost every day, Megan helps me cook dinner. She adds the ingredients to the bowl while I stir. She is always asking for a “job”. In fact, she is the best quesadilla maker this side of the Mississippi. The other night she was helping cook dinner and said, “Look, I’m Mr. Tim!” (Reid’s Dad) For the rest of the night, she was “Mr. Tim”. Until…

MEGAN: “Mom, can I have another job?”
ME: “Yes. Can you put the dishes in the sink, Mr. Tim?”
MEGAN: “Sure!”
A few minutes later…
MEGAN: “Mom, can I have another job?”
ME: “No, it’s time for bed. Go put on your pajamas, Mr. Tim.”

WHAT?! ::blushing:: Okay, that was enough of that!