I had an interesting conversation with one of the munchkins today...
Me: "Dorothy", you need to clean up those crayons you spilled.
Me: Because when we make a mess we are responsible for cleaning it up.
Me: Because it's the right thing to do, if you make a mistake you need to fix it.
Me: (quickly losing patience) Because I'm the boss and I said so, that's why.
Dorothy: Well I think you are the Wicked Boss of the West!
Me: (completely void of patience) Yes, I am. Now pick...them...up!
Where are those flying monkeys when you need them?