Tired of breaking up one squabble after another, I finally let loose in a truly exasperated tone, “Could we PLEASE stop being so persnickety for at least FIVE minutes!”
To which Brother matter-of-factly replied , “But Mom, this game is called Persnickety.”
I’ve just recently come to the conclusion that Leslie is too smart for my own good. Believe you me, sister, I am IN TROUBLE with this little girl!
oh.
my.
god.
that is both awesome and totally scary.
(wishing you happy house-hunting, by the way…)
Ha ha ha! That’s one smart kiddo.
Persnickety is one of those words my mom always loved to use when I was kid. It always makes me think of her.