Sunflower (reclining in large chair): Ask me for a raise.
Me: Ms. Sunflower, can I….
Sunflower (interrupting, and pointing sternly to the stool in front of her): No! Sit down and ask.
Me (perching obediently on stool): Ms. Sunflower, may I have a raise?
Sunflower: Now you’re fired.
She proceeded to hire me back, only to fire me again, over and over again. The novelty of giving me the pink slip never wore off. I fear for corporate America when she is old enough to work.