The Enforcer

I went to pick up Wm from school today and when he ran over to me, his friend Eliza followed.  As Wm is putting on his coat, she started tugging on her lip and said, "William?  William?  Are you leaving?  William?"  So Wm sighs and with such long-suffering and adult-like disdain says, "Eliza...don't pick at your lip."  Then just walked away and opened the door and looked back at me expectantly.  The poor little lamb took her hand away from her lip and walked away, shoulders slumped.  My kid can be a real dick.