This Morning

This morning, at breakfast, Elizabeth burst into tears.  She cried and cried and presented me a tiny finger and exclaimed that it had an ouchie!  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.

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Do you want to really screw with someone?  (The someone in this story is me.)  Sell them a puzzle.  Include two extra pieces.

I spent at least five minutes exclaiming “but they look like outside pieces!  They have to be outside pieces!  Nothing else will fit with them!”