Dare I dream?

So tonight it is bed time, Q already a-snooze, and I'm waiting for Elliot to pick out a book to read in bed. I get sick of waiting, and start heading downstairs. This makes Elliot quite cross, as he seems to be struggling to choose yet unable to let me begin the journey to his room without him. In an effort to keep the system moving I give him a calm "Sorry, dude but I'm heading down" and make my way down the steps. Elliot hollers down to me "You have to come back here right now! Or else you're . . . . FIRED!" Is it possible to be fired from motherhood? Please. For like two weeks.....fire me.