Take Me to Your Leader

Po has been helping me with the laundry today, and we just started another load. I used to have to pick him up to push the flashy buttons that make things happen, but today, suddenly, he could reach them on his own, and knew just what to do. A great wave of sadness washed over me.

"Po, can't you just stay a little baby? I don't like how fast you're growing up," I inappropriately blurted.

"Nope. The world wants me to be the boss," he declared.

Who am I to interfere with that? I sure hope I don't, because sometimes all I feel like doing is squeezing him so hard he squishes back into baby form.