My kid is funny. I know, I know. So is yours. But mine is funnier. And cuter. Sorry, but some things are inarguable.
In fact, I am fairly certain my child is perfect. The Kidling is funny, smart, beautiful, profound, strong, and kind. Not necessarily in that order. She can also be an enormous stinker, but whaddaya gonna do? She’s five, so it seems fair to ignore the occasional stinkeriness.
For the record, I have my own theories about the biological predisposition to prefer one’s kin (and parental delusions), but I will keep those to myself for the time being.
My goal is to share only the genuine gems that come out of her mouth. I will do my very best to keep the merely bright and shiny examples to myself. No promises.