DD burned her hand yesterday. Nothing major, but definitely not pleasant. She didn't even cry, and now I know why. She was nursing an evil plan in her cute little head.
DD: Mom, could you please write a note to my teacher that I cannot do my reading homework tonight because I burned my hand.
Me (stifling a laugh): But sweetie, you don't read with your hand.
DD: But I need to point!
Evil, I tell you, in Tiger Mom terms. Me? I'm proud, in a way. It was inventive!