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.”
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.