Ava takes any chance she can to look at herself in a mirror (a
little something she learned from her father).
The other day while sitting on the potty (with no success) she asks for
my hand mirror. After a few minutes of talking to herself, she gets tired of
holding the mirror and in slow motion I see the mirror fall to the floor. I unfortunately
was too slow (shocking, I know) and the mirror shattered. I didn’t have the
heart to tell her that is was 7 years bad luck, so I just told her 7 minutes
(what child really has a concept of time anyway). Meanwhile I am still serving
my 42 year-bad-luck sentence. If my parents were as brilliant as me… I would
have been “free” 41 years 364 days 23 hours and 18 minutes ago.
