The world needs to know that I just got soundly beaten at Memory by my five year old daughter. I’m no slouch memory-wise, and I was not letting her win. I’m a little embarrassed and a lot proud. The Force is strong with this one.
Little Miss Thing, age 5: “I’m car sick. But eating Skittles is helping. I want Skittles on all car trips.”
Wonderful Wife: “That’s an interesting theory.”
LMT: “No, I’m serious. It’s helping. The more Skittles I eat, the better I feel.”
WW: “I bet.”
Me: “I’m thinking of becoming a Buddhist. Really, in a lot of ways I’m already pretty close to being a Buddhist.”
My Wonderful Wife: “Yeah. You already look like Buddha.”
Me: (evil glare)