Who's the boss?

I've told you guys how "Bossy" my Bossyboy is. He really is the bully of the brothers. He's 3 and pushes his 7 year old brother around like a bull dozer. Wonderboy wouldn't hurt a fly if you asked him. He's sensitive that way and would never retaliate back to defend himself. Well last weekend the "boss" and I had a discussion on who's the boss.
We were sitting in the car waiting on C. to purchase his new toys at the big box store AKA Good Purchase. I was jamming to some tunes on the radio and the Boss told me to "stop singing mommy." I know my singing is not the greatest, but I still have the right to sing in my own mom taxi and therefor I will continue to keep singing. "Stop Singing Mommy!" he said louder. I told him "No your not the boss of me dude, I'm the mom and I'm gonna sing." Cause I'm mature like that. "No I'M THE BOSS!" He responded back. We went through this continuous discussion of who's the boss, each one of us repeating louder who exactly was the boss. I asked him one last time. "Now who's the boss?" He promptly responded "Mommy". Thank you glad you finally see things my way.

Look at this face, does this look like the face of a bulldozer? Those eyes, those lashes they just turn me into mush. Why can't I have lashes like that?
Yeah he's a little bossy, but darn it he's just cute!