Billie: “My picture is better than yours. See? It has a blue ribbon on it.”

Me: “Billie, you drew that ribbon on your picture.”

Billie: “Yes. I did. ‘Cause it’s better.”

Me: “What makes it better?”

Billie: “It’s better because it wins. See? It has a blue ribbon on it.”

Me: “I feel like you’re a little biased.”

Billie: “Not biased. Just right.”

Later, Doug caught me looking at the photos and sighing.

Me: “My picture is good, dammit!”
Doug: “Yea, but hers is better.”
Me: “What? Why?”
Doug: “Because it has a blue ribbon on it.”

Sigh.
There is no justice in this world.

UPDATE: due to unfortunate cup placement and bad reflexes Billie’s picture got drenched. Mine remained unharmed. 

I swear I had nothing to do with it. 

But the huge swelling of schadenfreude that I’m feeling at the accident is making me seriously question my parenting skills.