This time, I’m the one with the winning hand.

Last night Tyler refused to play Memory (aka, “matching cards”) with me for fear they would start on fire. Seems it’s fire safety week, and his teacher warned him not to play with matches. I was going to explain the difference, but it’s kind of nice having someone around here who’s more confused than I am.

In other news, I won’t be getting my ass whooped in Memory by a 3-year-old any time soon.