As my husband and I were trying to have an adult conversation at the dinner table, my son commands, "Stop Talking!" He was happily eating his nachos, but did not want us to have adult conversation. I paused his almost ready to go tantrum and said, "Who's The Boss here?" He was clearly trying to take over as the dictator that most three year olds are and I simply was trying to ask him a rhetorical question. He paused, looked around and said, "Duchess!" (our cat). Both my husband and I had to smile with that (my husband is always stating that the hierarchy in the house pretty much goes; Duchess, "the boy", Daddy, Dewey and then Mommy.
I did get my son to admit that HE was not the boss and that grown-ups are allowed to have a conversation from time to time. It was kind of funny that this conversation came after an appointment I had earlier in the day which was a 4 year old Tortie. She looked like a much fatter version of my geriatric kitty. During the exam, she was hanging out on her "mom's" arms and I was writing. All on her own, she jumped onto the table and parked it right up against me, prohibiting my writing. I mentioned to the owners that that was just like my kitty and commented, "although it's strange, your Tortie doesn't have attitude." They had never heard what is common knowledge in the veterinary profession, Tortoise shell cats are "Divas". The owners commented and laughed, "Well, she normally is a Diva at home." Aah, ok, she didn't miss the gene.