Total Concentration

This morning before school, I asked Mackenzie to write the numbers 1 thorough 10. I watched as she formed each one in perfection.

"Great job girl," I said to provide some positive reinforcement, "so far you've done them perfectly."

She grinned as she proceeded to get carried away with 7 and write a Z instead.

She looked up and giggled realizing her own mistake before I said, "Oops."

"Great job mom," she said in her light, matter-of-fact, miss-know-it all way. "Thanks for messing up my total concentration."