The other day I was driving Caroline to school and she kept insisting that she didn’t want to go to school. I told her she had to go to school so she could learn stuff and be smart, just like her mama who uses impressive, descriptive words like “stuff”.
As if to show me her vast pool of knowledge, she began counting to ten in Spanish.
When she got to ten, I said, “You are so smart, what does Bops always say you are?”, thinking to myself that she would say, ” A genius!” because Bops always tells her, “You’re a genius.”
So, I asked “What does Bops always say you are?”
And she answered, “High maintenance.”
See? She is a genius.