Last week I took dd to the library. As we were in the elevator another mom got on with her kids. We were going to 4, and she pressed L (lobby). Dd4 commented that L was wrong, and that we were going to 4. I explained that they were getting off on L, and we’d be going to 4. The other mom asked dd’s age and commented on how smart she is. Now, as much as I like hearing that, I don’t think that any real amount of intelligence was needed to understand. But okay, I’ll happily accept the compliment. Then this woman asks if dd has older siblings. Yes, I say, she has an older sister. Ah, she says, nodding her head wisely. That’s why.

Gee, thanks. I’m just here to do the laundry and cooking.