Sometimes, I get frustrated trying to deal with Tae's unique brand of logic. But other times, her logic is actually helpful.
Yesterday morning, Tae realized that we had a book from school that we needed to bring back. I was making breakfast at the time, so I told her to go put the book by the door so we'd remember to bring it with us to school. When we arrived at school, she asked me if I had the book.
I told her I had forgotten the book because we were rushing out of the house.
"No, Mommy," she says, "YOU have the book. I put it in your purple bag."
I peaked inside my purple bag, and there was the book tucked inside.
The part in between breakfast and rushing out the door was filled with our daily argument about why she has to get dressed and why she has to go to school and why I have to go to work. Why, why, why.
Why can't she be helpful more of the time?