Mom's Job

Nana bought Tay some walkie talkies. Not just any 'ol walkie talkies...these looked like little cell phones. Oh boy.

We were driving home from Nana's and Tay broke them out, handed me one and stated talking to me, from the backseat.

I hear all sorts of things and then she asks a question. I answer and she says:

Thanks for teaching me that.

I push the button and say: It's my job.

I hear:

No it isn't, your job is to boss us around.