Don't Doubt Me

My daughter no longer thinks my answers to be from the mouth of god, the final word, the end-all, be-all.

Last night we were looking at birthstones in a catalog. I told her the Opal was her birthstone for October. She didn't want it to be. She thought it should be something pink. The Opal was a great disappointment to her.
"How do you get to," she asked me later that night.

"How do you spell opal?" she asked.
She values answers more than mine. Baby's growing up. Darn.

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