Who's the boss?

If I wondered who the boss was in my house, the question was very plainly answered tonight. About 8 PM, Emma came up to where I was sitting on the couch and said "cookie." I figured she was asking for her pre-bath snack. When I didn't move fast enough for her, the next comment was "cookie, go." This caused Dave and I to joke about our little dictator.... And since I didn't get up right away, she pulled the blanket off my lap and started tugging on my leg saying "up, up."

When I did get up, Emma crawled up on the couch and took my spot where she waited quietly for her milk and cookies. I did get a "thank you" when her snack was delivered, but I think we definitely need to work on how Emma asks for things.