Today during lunch Simon asked me, “What does ‘smart’ mean?”
Man, I hate it when the kids ask me definitions of words. Especially when I haven’t had any warning that it’s coming, like maybe in conversation. We hadn’t been talking at all. He just asked it out of the blue.
“Well, it means you know a lot of things. Or that you can figure things out really fast.”
“Oh.” He nodded. “That means I’m smart.”
“Why, yes. I guess it does.”
I have my work cut out for me, don’t I?