I understand that most parents think that their kid is the smartest or cutest or most talented of the herd on any given day, so I am not writing this to brag about how smart my kids are (well, maybe a tiny bit). I simply would like you to look into the snow globe of my life for a minute and see what it is like to live with children that ask to go see a power plant or wind mill farm on any given Saturday morning.
I like to place the blame on The Engineer. For those of you that don't know my hubby, he is super smart. If I really want to ruffle his feathers I refer to him as Sheldon (the crazy nerd from the show "The Big Bang Theory"). He gets a little testy about this, so I try not to do it too often....maybe only 2 or 3 times a day....but especially when he explains all the math that they do on the show, (come on, he deserves it at that point!) He has a degree in Civil Engineering from the University of Illinois (thus the nickname The Engineer)and can explain pretty much anything in the world.
And of course, Christopher, my youngest has absorbed a lot of these explanations for things over the last 3 years. Today, I took him and my Mother with me shopping, and he naturally wanted to bring a toy with him into the store. This is normally fine with me because it keeps him busy and his fingers off of the merchandise. Today he picked to bring a plastic dinosaur from the thousands of toys that live in our house. As we were picking out our purchases, the sales lady came up to him and said, "I like your dinosaur." And he replied very quickly, "It's a Ankylosaurus."
Well you can imagine what happened next, her eyes got really big and she was speechless for a moment. She asked, "How old are you?" and he replied "Free". Which is "three" in Chris' world. The eighth wonder of the world should officially be why Chris cannot say three but he can pronounce Ankylosaurus. She giggled and looked at me and I told her that he is correct, it is an Ankylosaurus and that now she can understand my pain. Then he became the entertainment for the next 15 minutes in the store, while the next sales lady was instructed to ask him about his dinosaur.
I've come to accept the fact that the boys will correct me whenever I read about dinosaurs to them, as I continue to pronounce the names wrong. I can accept the fact that Ben can explain to me what a Theropod is (I'll let you look that one up for yourself). I can even accept the fact that Ben is really close to doing simple addition faster than me. I can accept all this because I love every minute. I love my husband's "nerdiness" and I love it even more that I am seeing it in my sons everyday. God bless nerds!