Since I told a story about the 3-year-old...

...Here's one about the 6-year-old:

I'm on the phone with my friend. I hear Anna yelling "Mommm" outside. As a mom, I know that this particular yell isn't of the "I'm bleeding" variety, so I tell her to hold on. The yells ensue, however.

After my phone conversation, I go outside to see what the ruckus is about. She's upset because the button popped off her new blouse.

"Calm down. I'll just sew it back on."

She throws me a look of incredulity. Her response: "YOU can sew?!"

In a way, I'm disheartened. Obviously, she hasn't seen me take on the domestic task of re-attaching a button. She doesn't even think I can do it. Hmmph! I'll show her.

...As soon as I go out and buy a sewing kit.