Anyway...
My mom thinks I'm brilliant. Like, super smart. The smartest of all her (3) children. I haven't let it go to my head, I swear. After all, she's my mom, she's supposed to think I'm smart. Her judgement can't be trusted.
Despite that, I was pretty comfortable in my status as "smartest."
One evening a couple of weeks ago she watched the kids for us. Joey was home to play cars with Ash, so she got to spend some time with just Tessa. Apparently Tess read her several books - my mom was very impressed. She said to me "I didn't think anyone could read better than you did at that age - but she's WAY better!" or something like that. Probably not that exactly. Anyway, what it boiled down to was "you are no longer the smartest."
Knocked off the throne by my own daughter.
Makes sense, though - with Matt's genius genes in the mix :)
More smarty-pants accomplishments...
Each month at school Tessa has to memorize a poem and recite it for her teacher. For November they had to find a poem they liked on their own and memorize it as part of a speech festival. Tessa memorized one called My Robot Does My Homework. (this is the same poem I got a spanking over)
She's very expressive in her reading/reciting, and it was super cute, so we recorded her one night while she recited it for Nana, Becki and Colby.
(ignore her messy hair and comfy clothes - it was Sunday afternoon!)
That's my mom at the end saying "so good!"
So last week I asked her if they ever did their poems in class, because she'd never mentioned it.
"yep" she said, "I was the best"
"what do you mean, 'you were the best'?" I said
"they picked the 4 best, and then I was the very best, and I said my poem at the festival"
Turns out she got to recite her poem for the school. How cute is that?!
More smarty-pants stuff to come - you can count on it!
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