Evie was playing with her little matchbox cars this afternoon, jabbering to herself in her peculiar little faux Bronx accent about how “Mayteh is a soopeh-adbanced pow’fu robot soopeh hewo” when suddenly she gasps dramatically and starts yelling, “Mama! Mama! Mama!!”
“What’s wrong?” I ask, thinking there might be an actual problem, albeit a preschooler-type problem.
Ever-so dramatically, she exclaims, “Da tech suppoht’s not weyking!”
First world problems.