Wanna make a bet?

The other night I was trying to get Yaya tucked into bed, but she was just pitching a fit and wouldn't do anything I asked or told her to do. After many protests, she finally looked at me and said, "You're not the boss of me." "Actually, I am." I answered her. "No you're not." She countered. "Well then who is?" I asked. Yaya stuck out her chest, set her jaw and pointed to herself, "I am." "OK," I said, "Then tell yourself to stop crying and get into bed." As soon as I phrased it that way, she did! What a stubborn little stinker.