Perfect

I (Peter) am making the kids a small chest to keep their play dress-up clothes in. I bought some plywood and then took it to my lab to cut it into the pieces I needed with the table saw. When I started putting them together at home one evening, I realized that I had cut a couple of pieces for the lid wrong. Josh was helping me build it. I said to him that we could not put the lid together that night because I had made a mistake in cutting some of the pieces.

He asked: "Why did you make a mistake?"

I said: "Because I'm not perfect."

He then got off of the chair he was standing on to help at my workbench and went inside the apartment. The next thing I hear Angie say is that she will come when she gets a minute. Josh then comes back to me and says:

"Mommy will be here in minute."

I asked: "Why is Mommy coming?"

Josh said: "Because she is perfect."