Delusional

Last night, I was in bed with both little boys, and Xander had finally fallen asleep. Gabriel had slept on the way to a doctor's appointment at 1, but woke up about 20 minutes later. Then he fell asleep on the way home from climbing at 6, and woke up about an hour later. I think most parents can guess what that means. He was up until around midnight. So he was still very much awake and playful around 11. This is the conversation we had:
Me - Gabriel, lay your little head down on that pillow.
Gabriel, doing his wide eyed, look up and then to the side while he's thinking thing - No.
Me - Gabriel, who is in charge here?
Gabriel - Mommy is in chahge!
Me - Right. I am in charge. That means that when Mommy says something, you do it.
Gabriel, doing the eye thing again - mmm, NO.
Me - You aren't supposed to tell me no.
Gabriel - Yes.
Me - Gabe, if I'm in charge, you do what I say.
Gabriel - No.
Me - Okay, then you're going to be in trouble.
Gabriel, thinking for a second - Okay.
Me - Okay, you'll be in trouble?
Gabriel - Yes. chubble.
Me (because I was curious) - Okay, well, what kind of trouble do you think you should be in?
Gabriel - Um, laying at the bottom of the bed? [which he usually does when he's mad at me. As if moving himself away so that we're not touching is somehow a punishment.]
Me - What about time out?
Gabriel - No.
Me - I think you're confused about what this whole "in charge" thing means.


I am so glad that 5 year olds are pretty agreeable little creatures. I couldn't take it if Xander and Gabriel were both convinced that they ruled the world.