So, here’s my fig. He’s turning into such a little man… a bossy, stubborn, opinionated little man. Where does it all come from?
I was having a conversation with one of my coworkers this week about something totally boring and complicated and work related, and was trying to explain about why I want to learn how to do it myself, when someone else is happy to do it for me.
The best I could come up with was, “Well, I just like to … do it myself.” The days when I realize I sound just like my four year old? Not my best days!