This morning Bean-girl and I attempted to make homemade playdoh. The "non-sticky" recipe was a wet, sticky, gloppy disaster that in no way resembled what comes out of those colorful Playdoh cans. I tried fruitlessly to knead the stuff, getting most of it stuck between my fingers.
Bean-girl, I said. Can you use the wooden spoon to get this off my hands?
She regarded me solemnly. Mommy, she said. I think sometimes you get in trouble.
You're right, I said. Sometimes I do. Do you ever get in trouble?
No, she said. I think I'm better than you are.