NEEEENNNRRRRR NEEEENNNRRRR NEEEENNNNNRRRRR

I have sooooo much to blog about but this little event is going to get the moment now.  Mostly because it is quick and easy and I have 5 minutes. . .but if I'm being honest it is really because the gratification is exuding from my pores and I need to get it down in text so I can "wipe this smirk off my face."

So here is the 411.  Last night Quinn and I were working with Aiden on his 50 in a minute.  It is this math homework biz that Ade is struggling with a bit.  Now he is up to subtraction to 10 and it is not coming as fast as he is used to---so he is frustrated.

But enough about Ade, here is the real goods!!  I challenged Q to a "math off."  He just gave me this look--

--this "as if you even stand a chance, woman" look.  The pompousness was oozing off his five-o-clock shadowed face.

Set the timer for one minute--and GO!!!

I was on fire. . .I was not focused on him at all--he is usually quite good at math.

-but alas, the quickness fails him.

I soooooo wish I had a snapshot of his face (a hard copy to share, not just the one in my head) when I threw my arms in the air. . ."DONE!!!"

He looked at me like I had 4 heads---his thoughts quickly turning to disbelief.  Until the evidence was there.

Right there is black and white ( that Micheal Jackson song just popped into my head. . .ohhh)

And right in front of his recently fallen face. . .yeaaaa baby!!!!!!

So this first pic is after Aiden told on me and said, "dad, mom is totally going to blog about this."  And Q smugly  and sarcastically said, "why don't you take a picture and scrapbook it, baby."  

I nearly peed my pants cause I was already on my third photo---so between snorts and kegals I told him to come in here.  When he saw I was actually photographing the evidence he was "buggin hard." 

I'll leave it up to you to guess which finger this is in the photograph.

This is a pic of round two--per his request after the first schooling.  When he accepted his defeat and while he was trying to figure out how I cheated (cause, really, no way could I beat him THAT bad. . .)  

The results. . .got him by 5!  But probably more like 7.  By this time we had an audience and I was trying to demonstrate sportsmanship.  So I finished, quietly, and planted this giant smugness on my face that only Mr. Q could interpret.

And here is the "stunning" first round. . . a HUGE loss by EIGHT!!!  

Now if I can just figure out how to spell---- neeenerrr, neeeneerrrr, neeeenrrrrr. . .

I sure love you, honey, but never underestimate 'THE MOM.'