A little lesson in parenting that occured a few weeks ago:
I had a painting I needed to mail to California. I went off to the UPS store only to find out that they wanted over $80 to mail it!! I think not. So I bought a box from them and figured I would mail it on my own. I had the painting with me and the UPS worker measured it and sold me the box he felt would best fit my painting. The box he sold me was HUGE!! I couldn't even get the thing in my car. I had to jump up and down on it to fold it in half so I could shove it in my car, all the while listening to helpful questions and comments from the peanut gallery. At one point I may have muttered something along the lines of, "That guy is such a loser! Why did he give me such a big box!?!?"
Laura and I made it home, took the box out of the car, taped it together and put the painting inside to see how it fit. It fit alright, with about a foot to spare. The box was way too big! Laura took one look at the painting inside the box and very matter-of-factly said, "You're right Mommy. That guy was a loser."
Mark that down as Mommy needing to watch what she says before Laura starts telling everyone in her preschool class that they are losers.