This morning, at breakfast, Elizabeth burst into tears.Â She cried and cried and presented me a tiny finger and exclaimed that it had an ouchie!Â When she finally calmed down enough, I asked her what happened to her finger.
She declared “I bite it.”
Yes, small child, if you bite your own finger, it hurts.
Do you want to really screw with someone?Â (The someone in this story is me.)Â Sell them a puzzle.Â Include two extra pieces.
I spent at least five minutes exclaiming “but they look like outside pieces!Â They have to be outside pieces!Â Nothing else will fit with them!”