Defenestrating Thoughts from the Bivouac

To finish the riddle story (or to “close the loop” as they say in the biz), Crissy had no problems with either riddle. I mean, no problem at all.

The second riddle she solved way too quickly by coming up with “teddy bear,” ignoring the rest of the puzzle, and looking under my Winnie-the-Pooh stuffed animal. It wasn’t right underneath Pooh, but once she got on a chair to reach the shelf, she saw the cookie on top of my Ender’s Series books.

That proved to be no fun.  That’s what I get for marrying someone smarter than me. Oh well, I’ll get to trick my kids one day. I should be smarter than my kids — at least until they are 5 years old and pass their cookie-hiding old man on the intelligence scale.