Sometimes I have an idea that I think is nothing short of brilliant. I wallow in my own glory, praising myself for my superior intelligence, and then the truth comes out. That which I thought was so brilliant was actually a really, really, really bad idea.

Like, teaching the kid how to roll and unroll the windows in the car.

That was dumb.

Very dumb.

She's having a blast these days, but I could really do without the up down up down up down up down up down up down up down that is going on. Even when we're on the highway.

Whoops.