"People think it must be fun to be a super genius, but they don't realize how hard it is to put up with all the idiots in the world." -Bill Watterson, Calvin and Hobbes
...I am going to go out the proverbial limb and submit that there is almost NO way my child could be more like me. Seriously. I'll illustrate this point with a story:
Monday morning, B was watching TV while I was getting ready for school (seriously, the "Mom of the Year" nomination committee is really lagging on notifying me that I'm up this year). He was watching Special Agent Oso, which comes on the Disney Channel (at least it's not f$%#^g SpongeBob). I won't give too many details (you know I hate to bore), but basically it's about a bear who is, wait for it, a special agent. He helps kids complete random tasks, such as brushing their teeth or putting puzzles together. So, today's "issue" was that this little girl wanted to pick strawberries. But she doesn't know how! Whatever will we do? Oh wait, ask the bear with the palm pilot. Well, Beckett was watching, and before Oso could come to the aid of this damsel in distress, Beckett, rather loudly, says, "Just pick and twist! I don't know how else to say it!" Then, to top of the frustration, he looked at me, looked back at the TV, and walked out of the room. Who knew he would already begin to show signs of disdain for idiots?!? Ah, world, art thou ready for Betsi Round 2: Electric Boogaloo?
That is what I get the pleasure of dealing with on a daily basis. And I couldn't be happier or more amused.
In other news, well, I suppose no news is good news. Yeah, we'll go with that.