Ever get asked a question that you aren’t quite sure how to answer? For instance, I glance down the stairs and see Ricky picking his nose (a habit that he has been doing less and less, thankfully). So, I holler down, “Ricky, where are your fingers?” Surprised to be caught when I’m not in the same room, Ricky asks, “Momma! How did you know?”
I could answer these kinds of questions with the long and completely honest answer about glancing downstairs, blah, blah, blah. I could. But I don’t. I answer, “Because I’m smart.”
Billy has picked up on this and finds it a convenient answer as well. When asked how he learned to put a puzzle together so fast, he’ll say, “Because I’m smart!” How did he know the letters in his name,? “Because I’m smart!” How did he find his missing shoes? “Because I’m smart!”
Yesterday, I asked Ricky and Billy who was the smartest in our family. Ricky, to Kevin’s chagrin, answered, “Momma is!” Billy, the turn-coat, said, “Poppy!”
I think, for the time being, Rusty would vote me. Majority rules, right?
