Last week, the girls and I were in Barnes and Noble. Despite their protests, I stopped at the seasonal display of picture books.
"I know you're too old," I said. "This is research. I have to keep up with what's out there!"
I picked up some horrible Halloween board book. The title thankfully escapes me, but I remember something about a lumpy pumpkin. Which sounds way cuter than the book was.
"How is this even a book?" I was disgusted. "It doesn't rhyme, there's no regular pattern. It's not even cute!"
"Hey, Mom," chimed in my oldest daughter. "How many writers does it take to change a lightbulb?"
"I don't know. How many?"
"Four. One to change the lightbulb, and three to stand around and say, 'I could have done that better.'"
Okay, okay. Point taken...
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