You know that awkward moment when you realize you’ve been completely played by one of your kids? Yeah, that. Turns out, if you want to know who’s in charge in my household, you need to look down. Nope, not at the four year old. Farther down. Just follow the trail of cracker crumbs on the floor. To Emma. The one-and-a-half-year-old. Sure, she looks innocent. Don’t be fooled. (Or she will play you too.) I’m pretty sure I saw a copy of Lean In stashed under her crib mattress.