One guess where she gets it
My wife was out with the kids the other day, when the topic of birthdays came up. I think after the Color Princess had said something about being 6 years old, a clerk continued the conversation by asking if she knew how many birthdays she had had. The CP thought for a second, and then responded, “Seven.”
My wife interjected, “No, if you’re 6 years old, you’ve only had 6 birthdays, not 7.”
To which my smartass of a daughter quickly replied, “Not-UH, Mommy. Because I had a birthday THE DAY I WAS BORN.”
Yep, she’s a chip off of the ol’ block.
- We’ve got at least one individual with very strong passive-aggressive tendencies in the office. They also apparently don’t know how to use their spell-check program, although they did quite a nice job at the formatting for the “Low Coffee Level” contestants. (I would have centered the headings above the blank spaces, but that’s just a personal preference.)
- We’ve got at least one smartass in the office (not counting myself [and I did not write either the note or the response])
- I am almost positive this is going to escalate into a conflict of epic proportions, and the only solution will be to nuke the coffee machine and have everyone start drinking tea. Stocking up on my Earl Grey, just in case.