You want irony?

 
I'll give you irony. We were unpacking a box of goodies this afternoon and came across a 1934 edition of The Modern Encyclopedia. I thumbed through, pausing here and there to read a definition out loud to the littles. Halfway through patience, I felt something cold on my leg. (Never a good sign...) Looking down, I saw that Shani's "art genes" had revealed themselves. She was painting. On my skirt. With applesauce. Got patience, Mommy? Not so much, kid, but irony? I've got that in spades.