Last night was bath night. I drew the bathwater, which was a little hot. I told OC that I would run some cold water, and that she could get in after it ran for several seconds. If she sat by the faucet it would be mixed together and be a comfortable temperature in no time.
She got in the tub, but stood in the hotter area, and said it was too hot. I said, again, that she should go sit by the faucet, like I said earlier. She did, where she found it to be comfortable. So then I said, a little smugly, "See? Sometimes mommy knows what she's talking about!"
Without missing a beat my darling said to me, "And sometimes she doesn't."
Put that in your pipe and smoke it, mama! Oy.