I Just Got Burned By My Five Year Old

So my daughter pipes up during supper and asks if what we're eating (pasta in tomato sauce) is good for us. I, being the mischievous one in our family, say, "No," just as my wife says "Yes."

Our daughter looks at us, confused. I throw my hands up in the air, and say, "Who are you going to believe?"

No hesitation: "Mommy!"

"Why Mommy?" I ask.

She cocks her head and blurts, "I like you, but you're wrong."

That's my little Catholic. Acknowledging both my dignity and my error.