No, I'M the boss

Jake has a hard time understanding the whole who's in charge thing.  This might be because of his trouble with abstract reasoning and "executive brain functioning" (a deficit that Vanderbilt recently told us he has, but then couldn't tell us why or what to do about it.  Thanks, folks.)  Or it might just be that he's a bossy, I want to be in control of the world kind of kid.  What it all adds up to is a lot of arguing between he and I.

Yesterday as we were driving home from Occupational Therapy, Jake demanded that I take him to Publix to buy mints.  (He has recently decided that he likes mints, but we ran out.)  I told him that I wasn't going anywhere else but home, but that maybe sometime later this week.

Now I had just fussed at him for running away from me in a parking lot, so he was on his way to time out anyway.  Thinking he could even the score, he said "If you don't take me to Publix, I'LL put YOU in time-out for 10,000 seconds!"

Nice try, bro.  But not so much.