We’ll just pretend that this conversation didn’t start with hangover poop and jump in midway.
Me (to my husband): You didn’t really have that much of drink last night, though…?
Husband: I had two whiskeys and two beers. It’s a lot more than I normally drink.
Three year old pipes in with: Two beers plus two whiskeys is four. That is a LOT OF BEERS, DADDY.
Do we feel pride at her early math skills or chagrin at being judged by our toddler?
The world may never know.