I’ve often thought my spawn are smarter than I am. Certainly smarter than I was at their respective ages, anyway.
It isn’t just the utter ease with which they pick up technology. Hell, I was using an Apple IIe without a mouse as a youngster. You heard me - no mouse. We had to fiddle with the bizarre wonkiness that is the early trackball device. Playing my Star Trek game required swapping out massive floppy disks that were actually floppy.
Also I had to do this while walking uphill, in the snow. Take that, you app swiping goobers. I digress.
My kids say things on the regular that manage to make me laugh when I should be in the throes of some kind if parental righteousness/outrage or whatever it is normal parents have.
Take last night. My mother, aka Gramma, was attempting to place a large air mattress in the living room while surrounded by impatient children for the impromptu slumber party that had amassed(this happens with fair frequency, there are several cousins near similar age). Gramma beseeched my daughter to settle down.
I’ve found this is rather like issuing a challenge and never has the intended effect. Unless the intention is to have her freak out and jump onto a half inflated mattress. In that case, well done. Upon recovery from the spaz attack and before reprimand my daughter says,
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I just don’t know what gets into me sometimes.”
Unable to counter this, Gramma lets it slide. Well played for a first grader.
She then insisted they all watch ‘Fantastic Mr. Fox’ while loudly extolling the virtues of same and explaining the subtleties of plot throughout. This has the expected result. Other girls silently staring at my daughter while she remains oblivious. They had wanted to watch My Little Ponies or something like that.