Smarter Than Einstein's Dirty Socks
Tuesday, January 18, 2011
burghbaby

There was a time when she thought she was so clever when she hid her eyes behind her chubby little hands, popped those hands out fast, and yelled, "PEEK-A-BOO!" She was certain she had startled me.

There was a time when her best hiding place was just around the corner, with her nose buried into the wall. All I had to do was call out, "Where's Alexis?" and she would crumple to the floor in a pile of giggles, completely impressed with her own fantastic hide-n-seek skills.

There was a time when she thought that if she yelled "LELLOW CAR! OVER THERE!" at the top of her lungs then waved in the general direction of everywhere, I would be certain to be fooled into thinking she had beaten me at her favorite game AGAIN.

As she grows older and wiser, she looks for new ways to try and fool me, new ways to show just how smart she is, and better ways to get the upper hand in our relationship.

Someday soon, she's going to realize that running up to me giggling, her eyes filled with mischief and a snowball in plain sight, isn't exactly the best way to trick me.

Someday she *is* going to be smarter than me.

She *will* manage to pull the wool over my eyes.

But, for now, I'm going to bask in the joy she finds in her obvious little game.

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