This morning as I was straightening my hair Sophia walked in and handed me a crumpled bunch of scraps.
"Here, mommy. Barbage (garbage)," said The Girl With The Big Blue Eyes.
Looking it over I could see that it was the remains of what was, just minutes before, a completely usable toy.
"What happened?" I inquired.
And with a look that would convince every jury in the nation except the one I was on, she cocked her head, shrugged one shoulder and replied,
"I no know, mommy." And then blinked enough to put Scarlett O'Hara to shame while smiling with just the side of her mouth.
So by my calculations that puts the Apocalypse beginning somewhere around next Tuesday.
I hope you're ready.