Rachel asked if she could work on her horsie puzzle after dinner tonight. It's a great kid-frienly puzzle of a horse, with big pieces that she can usually fit together. She likes it so much that on the way home from school today I asked her if she wanted us to buy her some more puzzles this weekend. "Yes," she said. "A pig."
So, we'll be looking for pig puzzles. If you see any, let us know.
Anyway, she finished the puzzle, came downstairs where I was reading the paper, then said, "I did part of the puzzle. I did the green part and ear part and...another part. What part didn't I do?"
"I don't know, sweetie," I answered. "The leg?"
"You KNOW!" she said, getting very upset. "Mommies and daddies KNOW! You're not a little kid; you're a big girl!"
Somehow I'm going to have to break it to her that I don't know everything. But gosh this is a nice stage to be in, when she thinks her parents are gods and can do no wrong. Does it have to end??
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