Genuis

I realize most people think their children are geniuses. It's kind of our job as parents. And grandparents, aunts, uncles and close friends are more than willing to jump right that bandwagon (as well they should). But, honestly, there are times when the kids' reasoning capabilities astound me.

Today's example comes courtesy of Nanni. Who turned 3 less than a month ago.

So, we dropped Abby off at preschool this morning and I was in dire need of some heavy-duty caffeine, so I made a run through the Caribou drive thru. On our way home, Anni was chatting away when she noticed something on the floor.

Anni: Mama, I see some gwass! (Keep in mind a 3-year old still has trouble pronouncing certain letters, like "r" and "l" and such)

Me: Some grass?

Anni: No, some g-WASS.

Me: There's some grass in the car?

Anni (shaking her head): No. (pause) It's vewy fwagile.

Me: Oh! Glass! You see some glass in the car?

Now, mind you, I'm more concerned with understanding her at that very moment, than the fact she thinks she sees glass on the floor of the car. (It wasn't glass, but a plastic wrapper. Yes, I should clean my car more often, but that's not the point.) And once I understand what she's saying, I'm absolutely floored that my 3-year old can take the time and patience to come up with a completely different connotation for what she wants to describe, in order for her under-caffeinated mother to understand her.

Watch out, Mensa!