
I guess I've always known the day would come when Norah would come to the startling realization that I am not the smartest person in the world...I just didn't count on her discovering it
quite this soon. This morning, my normally mild-mannered toddler burst into tears of frustration because I failed to solve the Rubik's cube she had brought to me with instructions to "Fix it, Mommy". I twisted the cube a few times and got about 75% of yellow on one side, and handed it back to her, hoping that would be good enough to satisfy her, but oh no. She pushed it back toward me, saying, "No. More yellow Mommy." And when I failed to perform this seemingly menial task, the waterworks began. Sorry, sweetheart, Mommy's not a genius, after all--it's just been an elaborate hoax.
3 comments:
This is too funny! She's such a little doll.
I still think you're a genious Ange. That stupid cube is a trick; I'm sure of it considering I have never been able to "fix" it or seen anyone who can. ;O)
75% yellow? You're a genius in my book!
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