No, I’m not talking about me.
That’s my daughter, speaking of herself. We were in the car, driving to visit my grandfather, when Ella made an astute observation about something. Rachel and I both raised our eyebrows and Rachel turned to Ella.
“And just where did you learn that?” she asked.
“I dunno,” Ella said. “I’m just a genius.”
I almost ran off the road. Rachel stifled a laugh.
“Genius, huh?” I said, looking at Ella in the rearview mirror. She looked like the cat that ate the canary.
“Well, yeah. I’m a genius. People who are really smart call themselves genius, and I’m really smart.”
“Yes you are, Ella,” Rachel agreed, breaking into a smile. “You’re a smart little girl.”
“I know,” Ella said. “I’m a genius because I know things a lot.”
She starts Kindergarten in less than two weeks. The rest of her class had better check themselves. And her teacher had better start taking Valium…