Zachary started kindergarten.
I feel so lucky that he has Drew's kindergarten teacher. She is wonderful - smart, sweet, kind, loving. Basically everything you want your kids kindergarten teacher to be.
She is also, as Zachary REPEATEDLY mentions, prettier than me.
Me: Zachary, are you liking kindergarten?
Zachary: Yes! I love Miss Rinehart!
Me: Yeah, she is very nice, isn't she?
Zachary: Yes. And also prettier than you.
Me: Well, I'm glad you like her and think she is nice.
Zachary: And prettier.
Me: Yes. Well. She *is* very pretty, but it is more important that she is smart and kind and wants to help you learn.
Zachary: And she is pretty. I think I won't marry you, I will marry her.
Oh for fucks sake.
I GET THE PICTURE KID.
