Already this morning, I have been informed that Daddy is better than I am at the following:
- building with Legos
- feeding the dog
- putting mittens on children
- stirring chocolate milk
I can easily concede the singing, and construction has never been my particular talent.
However, I have it on good authority from the big kid in the house (my current favorite, I feel compelled to add) that I stir a mean chocolate milk, and Daddy has been known to shove a pinkie finger, or two, into the thumbs of mittens.
Which leaves us with feeding the dog? Seriously? Daddy is better at feeding the dog than I am?
Well, alrighty then.
Perhaps when Daddy gets home from work this evening we should see which one of us is better at downing Margaritas.