I Am Good
You’re doing it wrong, she said.
I kept doing it my way.
I wouldn’t do it that way, she stated emphatically.
Her reiteration amused me.
She has never had a child, yet she knows how I should raise my six.
Let me show you how to do it, she suggested haughtily.
I’m good, I replied.
Wondering about her solitary life,
and her all-knowing ways and her expert in child rearing
How does she live by herself, wasting all of this wisdom?
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