Breuklyn: Mommy, are you crazy?
Me: Not that I am aware of. Ask me again in a few days.
B: Are you dizzy?
M: Um... no. Why in the world are you asking these bizarre questions?
B: Are you the boss?
M: In a very un-Tony Soprano kind of way, yes. I get to be the boss.
B: Are you the bus?
M: Am I Jerome Bettis? No. Am I your main source of transportation? Yes. I am really not fond of being referred to as a bus, though. How about a Mini Cooper?
And then she just wandered off. Just walked away and left me wondering if I really am the boss.