Luckily she doesn’t need to get by on her smarts
“She’s not going to be a Rhodes scholar,” I told Tom this morning when I came in from doing my chores.
“Oh no. What did she do?”
Nope; I wasn’t talking about our daughter. I found the hen turkey (our farmyard favorite) attacking her image in the dressing mirror that Tom broke this weekend. It took me a bit of effort to pull her away from the mirror, to put the mirror in the garbage can (where it should’ve been to begin with but let’s not mention that, shall we) and to console her that she’d done a great job.
Poor girl. And I was singing her praises recently about how smart she was, too….