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Last night we were spending some quiet time as a family post-dinner: Maddie was busy setting up a school in the living room (she’s been teaching Cora grammar, multiplication tables, and cursive this week, and though she should make it official) while Cora and I snuggled on the couch. Cora, always fond of sewing crafts, has been working diligently on her very first cross-stitch project, and she chose to sit in my lap while she sewed so I could help with mistakes.

Who was I to argue with that?

At any rate, here’s what went down:

Cora (frustrated at the thread’s constant avoidance of the eye of the needle as she struggled to change thread colors): “Thread, you are annoying me like a bee sting on an aching leg!”

Me: “?”

Cora: “What? It’s a metaphor.”

A few moments later, Cora was threaded up and starting a new section. As she wove her needle in and out of the grid, she said: “Now thread, please behave and I’ll be has grateful as a farmer when his crop yields a full bounty.”

Me: “????”

Cora (exasperated and smug, an annoying combination): “WHAT? I find imagery helps me be better understood. Can’t a girl sew and use a simile at the same time?”

Sure, kid. ‘Cause that’s what every six-year-old does.

Did I mention Maddie taught grammar this past week?