The mind of a 3-year old is full of awesome truths. Alexis will unabashedly tell you if your hair is ugly, she'll speak up if she disagrees with your words, and she observes things exactly as they are. Exactly as they are.

It's been a few weeks since I openly complained about the construction disaster in our part of town. Since then, it's gotten approximately 150325% worse, but oh well. I did get the pleasure of gloating when Mr. Husband had to meet me near my office to drop off a car. He called all lost and confused and all, "How the hell do you get to work every day?"

The answer involves glitter, fairies, a helicopter, a gravel road that TomTom says doesn't exist, and a whole lot of luck. These days the background music to my commute is cows mooing and the screenplay consists of lots of games of chicken between my car and herds of while turkeys. Yes, turkeys. In another month or so, I might set up a roadside stand and start selling fresh wild turkey carcass because I'm sure by then I'll have hit 10 or 12 of the dumb things.

Anyhoooo, Alexis and I were navigating the precarious path between daycare and dance class when we came upon a construction area that has been in the works forever. I started thinking back to my Ohio days and how the scene was starting to remind me of I-76 in Akron. The entire six years that I lived near Akron, many lanes were closed for "construction." I didn't know anyone who actually remembered it ever NOT being "under construction," and I never once saw someone operating a piece of equipment.

Never once.

I had a theory that there wasn't really a road getting worked on at all. Rather, there was an illegal gambling site behind those concrete barriers and guys were spending 12 hours a day drinking and smoking and playing poker. In Pennsylvania the trend seems to be many little projects going on at once, with the idea being to finish a project just in time to start it all over again. Ohio never finishes.

(This is where I know Jayna is nodding furiously. Woot! Kent State!)

Anyway, as Alexis and I drove by, she started asking what was going on. I thought about explaining to her that the site is caught up in litigation (it is), but instead figured I would keep it simple. "They're fixing it, Alexis," I told her.

"No, they're not," she replied.

"Yeah. They are fixing it," I replied. Have I ever mentioned that Alexis will argue about absolutely anything? I predict she will either grow up to be a pop singer or a lawyer. If she doesn't manage to find a high school where the kids spontaneously break out in synchronous song and dance, my money is on lawyer. She's going to be the kind that can trick you into saying whatever she wants, too.

"No, it's not getting fixed. There aren't any men there," she observed.

She had a point. If there aren't people on a construction site actively working, it's not really getting fixed, is it? (Yes, I am conveniently ignoring the part where she has decided only males can work in construction. LALALALALA I like living along the river De Nile LALALALALA.)

I was willing to give her one gold star for that observation, but I didn't really need her to try earning 412 more stars. After dance class was over, she spent the ENTIRE ride home pointing out all the construction sites that were unmanned, and thus where nothing is getting fixed.

"That's not getting fixed neither, momma," she would say.

Like I said, she tells it like it is.