Your son's a mean boss. He's making me fly out to Vegas next weekend instead of us having our company meeting-of-the-minds out here in boring ol' Boogerville.
Well, okay. I insisted. I am, after all, Der Boss. Matt's just "the boss". Subtle but important difference. The main one being that when I remember to send him his exhorbitant (compared to value received) paychecks, my signature's on them.