Out of the mouths of babes

During a particularly fractious moment today where Grace was sobbing due to the fact that her sleeve was slightly bunched up while I tried to put on her mittens, I very sternly told her that there was no reason to cry about a bunched up sleeve. It was ridiculous to cry about it.

She simply replied through her tears "Daddy, but small children cry about small things."

Checkmate.

And, yes I forgot my wallet, so we ended up skiing for only about an hour before the hunger was too much. Grace insisted on a rummage through the car for cash, but I spent way too much on meters in the city. Nothing is 60 cents any more.