The following is a straightforward conversation that took place between my 5-year-old son D- and me at lunchtime yesterday, and I'm publishing it here only to further cement this latest lesson handed down from above through the vessel of a child who often issues statements like Moses, if only Moses had been obsessed with Cars and roaring like a monster:
D-: Can you get me a drink? Milk, please?
Me: (sets down an already-poured cup of milk with a significantly raised eyebrow)
D-: How did you know what I wanted?
Me: Cause I'm a genius.
D-: What's a genius?
Me: Someone who's really smart... smarter than anyone!
D- (after a beat, lowering his head to look out over glasses he doesn't yet wear, using the most practical-sounding voice a kid-who-still-puts-his-underwear-on-backwards-at-least-2-days-a-week can muster): You're not a genius, Dad.
So it was spoken, and so I must accept.
You may enjoy my previous D- conversations, (2YO daughter) M- conversations, and (wife) J- conversations.
Editor's Note: Bonus points to whoever can name this movie reference-- "Why would [he] make the point of saying [I'm] not a genius??"