A while back, the two of us sat on the floor contemplating a puzzle of wild animals.
“Don’t help me!” “I can do it by myself!”
“OK, I won’t, but I’m right here if you need me. All you have to do is ask.”
She cocks her head, slyly looks at me, and declares, “I’m smarter than you, Grandma.”
I laughed, “Oh, you are? How so?”
“I can do this puzzle without your help.”
“I know you’re very very smart, so I believe that you can, but I will always be here if you need any help at all.”
A couple minutes go by as we work together to turn over all the puzzle pieces.
“I’m smarter than everybody.”
“Really?” I ask. “Everybody?”
“Are you smarter than Daddy?” “Cos you know MY little boy is pretty smart, right?”
She thinks for a nanosecond.
“Yup, I’m smarter than Daddy.”
“How about Mommy? Are you smarter than Mommy?”
Another second goes by with a nod, “Yes, I am.”
“And what about Theo? Are you smarter than he is, too?”
First a sigh, than a shake of her head as she wistfully says, “No, I’m not smarter than Theo. He can do anything.”
My goodness. I was speechless. I could feel the deep love she has for her big brother.
“Theo IS smart and so are you, my Angel Girl.”
Laughing, she says, “We’re both smarter than YOU, little Grandma!”
I can’t really argue with THAT three-year-old, that’s for sure.