Dear Kid,

There are things in the Universe I don’t understand. Quite a few things, actually.

Inigo Montoya: “I admit it, you are better than I am.” Westley: “Then why are you smiling?” Inigo Montoya: “Because I know something you don't know.” Westley: “And what is that?” Inigo Montoya: “I am not left-handed.” -- “The Princess Bride” DearKidLoveMom.comAnd now there is one more.

I hurt sprained strained tore over-stretched aggravated hurt my right wrist. So I have wisely decided to rest it. (I am typing left handed. Dad and the puppy are policing the resting of the wrist.)

After several hours of enforced left-handedness (during which I did highly complex things like eat dinner and watch TV), I can conclusively say I don’t get it.

“God made everyone right-handed, the truly gifted overcome it.” -- Anonymous DearKidLoveMom.comHow do Lefties DO it? How do they do all those things with their south paw? I mean it’s HARD. Really, really hard. As in not easy. Practically impossible.

I am so impressed….

Dear Mom,

Really, my wrist will be fine. Not a biggie. Just needs a little rest. I’m pretty sure this was just an opportunity for me to be impressed with ambidextrous people.

Love, Mom