Me, muttering to myself as I’m struggling to open a can of mandarin oranges: “I’m smarter than the can. I’m smarter than the can.”
The Boy, strolling past: “You can believe that if you want.”
Me, muttering to myself as I’m struggling to open a can of mandarin oranges: “I’m smarter than the can. I’m smarter than the can.”
The Boy, strolling past: “You can believe that if you want.”