My daughter has inherited my perfectionist tendencies. Yesterday, she announced, "I am going to draw a picture of me and Gianna Trick or Treating. Can I have some paper?"
I gave her the paper and she got to work.
A few minutes later, I heard, "Gianna doesn't look right. Can I have another piece of paper, please?"
As I handed her the paper, I thought, Of course Gianna doesn't look right. You're three. Your people look like Terrance and Philip from South Park, which is good for a three year old, but not exactly true to life.
I just get a kick out of some of the things that come out of that kid's mouth.
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