I hollared at my oldest, not in a mean way, but just asked her to take it out. For the second time today. My youngest chimed in, "You're not the boss". I asked my sweet youngest cherub, "Who is the boss?". She said "Jesus is the boss of me".
How can I compete with that? I laughed a little on the inside and asked for a third time for the recycling to be taken out.
God is good. He does have a sense of humor!