Raising two kids wouldn’t be so hard if one of them wasn’t a toddler who was constantly demanding her own way. Her first-born nature and mine seem always to be wrestling for control. She loves to help with dishes, and some days, I feel like we’re elbowing each other for a better position at the sink — her goal, to play in the water and mine, to actually clean some dishes! She’s also in the bossy stage. I feel like her pet sometimes. “Sit.” “C’mere.” Will I soon be asked to “roll over” or “shake”?