Not terribly long ago, I walked in to my daughter's room to wake her for the day. It was cloudy, and early, and still a bit dark. She woke and started screaming "stop joking on me, it's still nighttime!" (insert shrills). I was not joking of course, and damn was she crabby. But this leads me to think about all the times I have thought she was so little, small, immature, growing, learning - who is playing a joke on me?
How does someone so small become so intuitive? So in touch with what is not right? How does this happen? How does a four year old ask questions like "remember when we went to x place and I ate y?" and she really remembers. What response do you give when John and I have a a "s.p.e.l.l.i.n.g" discussion about "b.e.d.t.i.m.e" and she says "stop talking like that, I know it's about me!"
Kids are too smart these days. I am not sure I'll ever be able to outsmart this one.
