“She’s Right.”

When she wasn’t threatening to pluck out my chest hairs or watching videos about deadly slow lorises, Kina spent all morning defending her mother from my suggestions and mansplanations. Parry as I might with my own assertiob that I was being unfairly maligned, Kina came at me again and again, sticking her head out from her bedroom or yelling from the bathroom that “mommy was right”.

I seldom get the benefit of the doubt from my esteemed roommates here, but it is amusing at least to see somebody so small defend my wife’s honor in the matter of whether or not to parboil pierogies.

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