Sweetie, We Talked About This. You're Not The Boss Anymore. You Don't Give Orders, Remember? You're My

Sweetie, we talked about this. You're not the boss anymore. You don't give orders, remember? You're my assistant now, not the other way around. To be honest, you're not really even that. You're more like the office mascot, so I don't want to hear about you raising your voice at the staff again, okay?

Don't pout, little boy! You should be grateful you've even got a job at all. Most men attend adult daycare or discipline school during the day, but I thought it would be fun to watch you running little errands for me in your adorable sailor suit and your diapers. Speaking of which... I can smell pee. Have you wet yourself again already? I swear the intern just changed you! Pants down, baby. Let's check the damage.

Oh wow. Yep, you did a big tinkle in these, honey. They're soaked! Still, nobody can spare the time to change you now, not so soon after your last visit to the baby changing station. I think we'll wait until you do a poopy before taking you again. In the meantime, get that soggy butt over to the coffee machine and make me a cappuccino. Oh, and try to remember sweetie, at work you're supposed to reply with "yes Ma'am". I'm only "Mommy" once we get home!