My daughter does a lot of things better than me. She dances better, has a better imagination, has way more patience, knows how to put makeup on a horse, can draw better and is much cuter. I'm totally ok with these things. However, when one of her spectacular abilities begins to infringe on my own perceived strengths, I start to get paranoid. Case in point today: Isla begins asking me what I would like for my meal as we're playing restaurant. (she has already designed a menu with prices and pictures of the food I could order). I order some hot dogs and cake, keeping it simple. Now, I consider myself to be somewhat of an accomplished amateur chef. I can cook all kinds of cuisine, and pretty well too. However, I am not so good at the plating aspect - it pretty much always looks like what it is, some good food on a plate. Here is what Isla sat me down to.
Note the flowers on the plates, and the color pallete.
I hang my head in shame. You win again, little girl, you win again.
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