“You’re not the boss of me,” she says in her sweet little Princess voice. “My mom says I’m the boss of me.”

“No, your mom is wrong. Every team needs a boss, and that’s me. Because I’m the smartest. You’re the youngest, so I’m the boss of you.”

She continues to argue with me all the way to her classroom, and then all the parents are there, interfering with my plans of playground domination.

But I’m not worried.

Because Kate, Number Five, and Princess Rory are gonna take this podunk school into science fair greatness.

You. Just. Wait.