The intimidation that is me

As my lion and I battle the terrible twos there always seems to be some kind of power war going on between us. I have never been a push over when it comes to children. I have battled the most heartbreaking tears and still stood my ground. I've had the "I hate you", "Your only doing this because you hate me", and the "I don't love you anymore Auntie" thrown at me and still stood strong. I have always been the fun Auntie but when it came down to business my nieces and nephews always took me seriously. My son, however, doesn't take me seriously at all. Our struggles usually go something like this: Baby come here-no response- Come here-no response- (a little firmer )COME HERE-this will get me a nonchalant glance-( in my best mommy voice- COME HERE RIGHT NOW- at this point I will receive a little grin- at this point my mother usually says while laughing " I wish you wouldn't scare him like that". We could go on like this forever, usually I end going over to him and picking him up. He also runs from me and laughs, it's a game for him. Going up against a lion is more work then I thought it would be. The tricks and tactics that worked beautifully on his cousins don't phase him in the least. He is far more power hungry. He has to be in charge. As any parent knows this can not happen or else I'm doomed for life. So I suppose at this point I have to put my thinking cap on and come up with a new game plan. I will have to toss all of my old plays out the window and come up with a new strategy to gain the upper hand. It's time to pull on the gloves and go to battle.