So, Anna was asking for too many things at once and, big surprise, I got frustrated. So I asked her to have David help her. This is how the conversation went:
David: Let me get it for you, honey.
Anna: Well, this isn't between you and me. It's between me and Mommy.
(pause)
Me: Anna, how did you get so smart? You're not supposed to be outsmarting me until you're at least 12.
Anna: I'm not outsmarting you. I'm smarting you.
And there you have it. Why I am terrified of the teenage years. We are so screwed!
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