I'm smarter than you think
We were driving home tonight through Rock Creek Park. As we approached the Kennedy Center, Corey noticed the volleyball field set up for the random pickup games that occur each evening.
"Look, it's a big sandbox," he said.
I looked in the rearview mirror and responded, "Well, kind of, yeah. Everyone comes here to play volleyball. That's a sport where you hit the ball with your hands."
"Oh," he replied.
Always trying to turn everything into a lesson, I asked, "Can you say volleyball?"
He thought for a moment and firmly said, "Yes."
The conversation changed to a movie he'd recently been watching. "Do you like the barn movie? I do."
I hadn't seen it. "Is that a good movie?"
"It's funny and I like Oswald." I smiled until he caught his next breath...
"Daddy, can you say Oswald?"
"Look, it's a big sandbox," he said.
I looked in the rearview mirror and responded, "Well, kind of, yeah. Everyone comes here to play volleyball. That's a sport where you hit the ball with your hands."
"Oh," he replied.
Always trying to turn everything into a lesson, I asked, "Can you say volleyball?"
He thought for a moment and firmly said, "Yes."
The conversation changed to a movie he'd recently been watching. "Do you like the barn movie? I do."
I hadn't seen it. "Is that a good movie?"
"It's funny and I like Oswald." I smiled until he caught his next breath...
"Daddy, can you say Oswald?"
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4 Comments:
I can try, Othwald. Not quite.
My kid calls him 'asshow'.
You should be proud.
Can you say smart kid?
This kid's on to you!
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