Despite my Harvard degree (and oh yeah, that was with honors), apparently I’m not.
I always knew the day would come when my precocious little offspring would surpass me in intellect. I guess I just envisioned it happening closer to age 18 rather than at age 2. (Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m proud as hell that my son is quite bright. The problem is that I am really, really competitive and I don’t like being wrong.)
An example from earlier this week:
Gavin: Mommy, what do whales eat?
Me: I don’t know, fish I suppose.
Gavin (laughing like I made a joke): No, Mommy! Whales don’t eat fish.
Me: Well, then what do they eat?
What I wanted to say was, “Oh yeah, I knew that.” Of course, what I actually said was, “Plankton! Of course! How silly of Mommy.”
A little while later, once Gavin was happily distracted by some toy trains, I did a Google search for “what do whales eat” and discovered, thanks to that venerable source of information, Wikipedia, that most whales eat plankton while some do, in fact, eat fish.
“Gavin!” I shouted. “They do eat fish! Some whales do eat fish!”
Gavin looked at me, dumbfounded, before breaking into hysterical giggles. “Mommy is funny!”
What I wanted to say was, “I’m not funny, Gavin. I’m right!” What I did say was nothing and went into the kitchen to make dinner.
I guess you can’t win ’em all. Though I did bookmark the page, just in case the topic comes up again… 😉