one thing they don’t tell you about having a tiny daughter - two, three years old - is that despite being innocent, pure, beautiful, all that, they clearly belong to the class of being that we call gremlin
Arch just asked for freeze dried strawberries so I got up to get her some, she asks what color are they I said pink. She said no they’re red. I said ok some are pink some are red why do you have to argue everything and she goes “because you’re always wrong” 🤣🤣🤣 I’m soo dead.