Who’s the Boss?
An insurance agent climbed the steps and rang the doorbell. The housekeeper opened the door.
"Who are you looking for?" asked the housekeeper.
"I want to see the boss of the house," replied the insurance agent. "Are you the boss?"
The husband of the house then came to the door. The insurance agent repeated his question.
“I’d like to speak to the boss of the household. I assume that you are the boss?”
"Ya right," replied the man. "I'm only the husband. Step in, I'll call the boss."
The insurance agent took a seat in the hall, and in a short time a tall dignified woman appeared.
"So you want to see the boss?" asked the woman. "Well, just step into the kitchen. This way, please. Rachel, a man is here to see you."
A 13 year old girl approached.
"Me the boss!" exclaimed Rachel. “I don’t think so. Look here comes the boss now."
She pointed to a younger boy, around ten years, who came into the kitchen.
"Tell me," pleaded the insurance agent, "are you the boss of the house?"
"You want to see the boss?" asked the boy. "Well, just come with me."
Wearily the insurance agent climbed up the stairs. They walked into a room on the second floor and saw the crib of a sleeping baby.
"There!" exclaimed the boy, "that's the real boss of this house."