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 Ask.com," she asked me later that night.

http://www.ask.com/ I replied.

"How do you spell opal?" she asked.

She values Ask.com answers more than mine. Baby's growing up. Darn.