Yes, I DO Think Barbie Needs Some New Dresses

Before I had kids, I truly believed that there was no way I could be out-smarted by a three year old.

Now, on pretty much a daily basis, I am out-smarted, out-manouvered, out-manipulated and out-witted by one.

Her powers for persuasive argument are such that she will either become the world’s greatest lawyer or some sort of evil power-hungry magnate whose plans for world domination can only be stopped by James Bond.

(I’m still wrestling with which I’d prefer.)

For now though?  She just gets lots and lots of cookies because her rationalizations are JUST THAT GOOD.

I’m POWERLESS against them.

I still win at soccer every time, though.

Pffft, she kicks like a three year old.