Woof! Dog or Master?

The other night Rowan was roaming around the dining room table in a bear crawl panting like a dog. He stops under his chair and licks the floor.
"Rowan, don't lick the floor. That's gross."
He looks up, smiles, and licks the floor.
"Rowan! Look at Mommy. Don't lick the floor. There are all kinds of germs on the floor that can make you sick. You don't want a tummy ache."
Smirks. Licks the floor.
"Rowan! You are not a dog. DON'T LICK THE FLOOR!"
He sits down on his feet, cocks his head to one side touching his ear to his shoulder, wags his finger at me and says, "Well, act-truly I am."


Last night at dinner we were being ordered around by one very assertive 2 1/2 year old. Lot of nnnnooooosss and Daddy you do this and Mama you do that. Finally I asked who is in charge and IMMEDIATELY Rowan raised his hand.

P.S. Rowan went potty at daycare two days in a ROW! (Just once each day but I'll take it!)