The Woman in Charge

While playing in our neighbor's yard this evening, Bailey observed the wee Tess getting into the generic Cheetoh's she was told not to get into, which prompted Bailey to then tell on the little miss. And once she tattled, I asked Bailey, "who are you in charge of?"

Without any hestitation, Bailey answered quite quickly with, "Quinton."

Unfortunately, correcting her without laughing was a bit difficult on my part.