Forgive me for not posting this on Thursday. We took a red-eye flight into Wisconsin for a long-awaited vacation with family, and I was brain-dead for most of Thursday.
It was fortuitous, however, that I ended up being a day late. I had planned to include another fine exchange between my sons and me, but that will have to hold until next time. For today, while we were having lunch with my husband’s grandma, aunt, and little cousins (I think they are technically first cousins, once removed), I was pleased to have a conversation with the oldest little girl, who is 4. It went something like this:
Me: “So, Sophia, I understand you’re 4 years old. When will you be 5?
Sophia: “On my next birthday.”
Me: “Oh, that’s true. Very good. Do you know in what month you will turn 5?”
Sophia: “The same month that I turned 4.”
And that was all I needed to confirm what I have long suspected: that most of the children I’m surrounded by are just more clever than I.