I'll go ahead and say it. I have smart kids. Really smart kids. I was reading through some old journal entries from when Scooter wasn't much older than Bubba is now. Fantastic. And so logical. When she was Bubba's age, she had a puzzle/map of the United States (Uniter States, as she called it). We would take it apart and put it back together all day long. She loved it. And shortly after that, she could tell you, by shape, the name of each of the states. That has translated, in her elementary years, into "book smarts." Scooter is a bright kid in school.
Bubba, on the other hand, might be what one would call "street smart." No...he can't quite navigate mass transit on his own, yet, but he knows the art of manipulation. Last night, as I was tucking him into bed he patted the mattress beside him and said, "Mama lay down." So I did.
Then he said, "Daddy no lay down. Mama lay down today."
I said, "Oh. That's right."
He went on, "[Bubba] cry in the dark, THEN daddy lay down with [Bubba]."
Hm...apparently, he remembered the night before when Ben went in there to be his "superman" and he knows that, if need be, he can always summon his dad to his side by calling into the darkness. Dad might not lie down with him in the evenings when it's bed time, but surely he'll appear when it's most inconvenient - the middle of the night.
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