dominant

I was sitting at my computer editing when Anna walked up and said, "who is that?"  I told her his name.

"What's he doing?"

"He taking a picture."  Apparently, I am even a smart a$$ to my daughter.

"No, with his tongue."

"Oh.  He's rolling his tongue."

"How does he do that?"

"You can't do that?!?"

For those that don't know, I passed every recessive gene in my body to my daughter.  Seriously.  Just scroll through my blog.  The bleach blonde with the bright green hazel eyes and fair skin...that's my daughter.  The exact opposite of me.  With that said, I have no idea why I was even surprised that she couldn't roll her tongue.  I can so that obviously means she wouldn't be able to do it.

"Nope.  See"  She sticks her tongue out at me and runs away.