File Under: Because I'm Always Right

We were watching a little Diego the other night (although JoeJoe said it was a "Big Diego"), relaxing after bathtime in the living room. Emma was singing along to a song, leaning against our ottoman and rocking back and forth. Then, she pivoted too far, and landed flat on her bottom. We laughed and Sarah asked, "Emma, did you fall down?" Emma replied, almost quizzically, "I not fall down." Sarah told her, "Emma, it's ok if you fell down, it was cute." Emma took two strident steps toward the couch and rebutted, " I NOT fall down," punctuating her denial with her lower jaw. Despite the evidence, apparently, we were mistaken, and Emma didn't fall down after all. I can't really get too upset at her for believing she's always right, because I was pretty much the same kid. Hopefully she actually WILL be right most of the time, because, otherwise, I fear for those who disagree with her.